Saturday, July 28, 2012
I've never really been a runner. In fact, I kind of hated running until recently. About a month ago, when life felt incredibly difficult to deal with, I laced up my sneakers and started running. I ran and ran until my emotions were drained and I didn't feel quite so bad. My mind cleared. My troubles didn't seem insurmountable. I felt pretty good. In fact, I felt happy despite my circumstances.
The next day, when I started to feel blue again...I went for another run. And then again the next day and the day after that. Then I realized that I had ran for 9 days straight. A habit had formed. Running had become something I looked forward to and even missed when I skipped it. Running was helping me cope with the craziness in the world and manage the stress in my life.
A suggested that I train for a race. Yikes. At first, I said "no way could I ever run that far". But a seed had been planted. After doing some research on half marathons, I decided to register for the Tinkerbell Half Marathon in January which weaves through Disneyland. So bummed...it was already sold out. Almost 6 months before the race!
Luckily, I found the City to the Sea Half Marathon that I'm registered for and am so excited to run. The race starts in San Luis Obispo and ends in Pismo Beach. It's in October when the weather is usually very nice so we're going to make a weekend trip of it. Also, a few friends decided to join me so I'll have company.
Week One of my training ends tomorrow. It wasn't bad at all. Hopefully it remains this easy over the next 11 weeks. But I doubt that will be the case. Today I ran 5.5 miles and it was a cake walk. But 13.1 just seems unfathomable. Guess that is what the training is for.
Running is my buoy. It has been keeping me afloat lately. How do you cope when life threatens to pull you under?