I've really been trying lately to put words to something that has taken over my attention and time. I've been trying to define it. I've been feeling like I wanted to write about it. But I just didn't know how to put words to it. It spawned out of some times in my life that I didn't really anticipate and haven't really brought to my blog, but I'm in the middle of it now. What is "it?"
"It" is something I never thought I would like. It is something I now love. It still stuns me that I'm doing this religiously. I've been places I've never been before. It can be a battle. It can be a triumph. It's something that is solely dependent on me. It gives me goals. It is an emotional, spiritual and physical release. It's very personal. It's pushing my limits. It's showing me that my limits aren't as close as I thought they were. It's showing me that it really is all mental.
It's pretty simple. It's running. One foot in front of the other, right? Not exactly. It's complicated. But I've got the urge to blog about it more since it's become such a big part of my life.
Currently, I'm about 4 weeks away from doing my first half marathon. It's nuts. It's right up there with impossible. But I like to defy the odds. It's something the non-athletic me never imagined doing and I'm hoping and praying that I make race day free from injury, because having injury issues isn't something I anticipated. I don't need to be reminded that I'm not 20 anymore. At this point, as Jillian Michaels says, "Unless you puke, faint or die, keep going." That's my plan, and I am far from doing any of the three.
13.1 miles is only halfway to the next closest town where I grew up. Not that far, right? Right...
