T minus 2 days and counting. The last time I started a blog this way I was 38 weeks pregnant. My goal is much scarier this time. The countdown is until training starts. I know how to give birth. I have no earthly idea how to run 26.2 miles in one morning. (One morning plus an afternoon....who am I kidding?) I am going to train for a marathon. I think I have lost my mind. But I am SO excited!
I have considered myself pre-training for 3 months now. I'm not new to work outs. I'm not new to strength training. I have even cleaned up my diet. (Does anyone else hear the hallelujah chorus?) But I haven't run further than 6 miles in 8 months, and that is intimidating to me. I'm worried that old injuries could flare up. I'm scared I'll have some funky, unknown heart condition, and I'll orphan my children at mile 22. I'm scared I'll train for 4 months and then do something stupid like twist my ankle at the airport....
But here's what I know is true. I am going to train seriously. I am going to research this process to death, because that's just what I do. I am going to give 100% in every area. And I am going to ask God for the strength to see this goal through to the glorious end. And if it's His will, it will happen.
My fellow running girls---I would walk through fire for them. Friends for life. Hopefully this blog will document our ups, downs, training stats, humorous anecdotes, and provide us with memories to look back on. After the blessed event, I plan to turn this blog into book form for a keepsake.
I have to be honest. I have also envisioned myself printing out this training log when I have to visit a specialist for whatever injury I incur. I need the stats. I hate that I think like that. My glass is half full in every other area of my life. But I have had to drop out of a race before....and I think I'm scarred.
Okay. No more talking.
Just do it?