Headed Home for a Run
A few weeks ago, I decided that I needed to lace up and get back into the running game. As usual, I went ahead and also decided to train for a race. A 5k? Of course not — that makes too much sense. I decided that I would go big or keep my ass at home, so I figured a half marathon would make perfect sense (I know, I’m buggin’). And, not only did I make this decision, but I boldly shared it with my Facebook friends and even got a couple of people I’m cool with to commit to the race as well.
After about two weeks of training, life decided that I was apparently overdo for a heavy dose of stress and a few things prevented me from adhering to my training schedule. My mom’s health began to decline, she ended up hospitalized, and I found myself drowning in a to-do list that got longer everyday. During these difficult weeks, I figured that my half marathon dreams would have to take a back seat because there was no way I’d be able to run a race in April without training.
Right when I was about ready to give up on the whole idea of running this race, I got a message from my friend, Sheree, from Smart N Sassy Mom, telling me that she just signed up and it was my turn. “Dag! Now I have to sign up,” is what I thought. I told her how long it was since I even attempted running and she told me that she had a foot injury. DAG! This chick is not playing.
So, I decided to put on a pair of sneakers and my big girl panties and lace up for a run that very night. Right after my run I whipped out my credit card and registered for the More/Fitness Women’s Half Marathon, just like I said I would. I can’t front — the fact that this race is in my hometown, New York City, definitely gave my that extra boost I needed to do this.
I am now less than 13 weeks away from race day and I just started following a 12 week training program. Even if I have to crawl across that finish line with tears in my eyes, I will complete this race. Frankly, I still don’t think I have the time to train for it. But I also realize that without maintaining my health and sanity, my family, my writing career and everything else in my life will suffer. I might as well do something that will make me feel great and probably give me the strength I need to deal with everything else life throws my way this year.
Sheree, I will see you in NYC in April.
Peeps, wish me luck. I’d love to act all cute and say I don’t need it, but I do. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.