I ran 13 miles this weekend. More or less. I ran 11 miles and walked two, but it was close enough for government work. I’m still not 100% adapted to the heat – once it hit 80 on my run I really started to struggle. So I walked in intervals as I needed to, not wanting to pass out.
But that’s not the point of this post. This is:
13 miles is a half-marathon, more or less. It’s been my ultimate race goal for two years. It’s the longest distance I’ve ever run.
Now I’m doubling that goal. Marathon ahoy! I run 14 miles next weekend. I’m trying not to psych myself out about this – it’s just one more mile, after all, and adding one mile to a long run is really not a big deal – but it’s still a little intimidating. And, I must admit, exciting. Up until this point, I was just cruising along, doing normal half-marathon training stuff. This weekend, things change. I’ll really be officially, honest to goodness, 100 percent be training for a marathon.
I’m nervous and thrilled and mostly, just ready to get into the meat of the training. I’m ready to tackle this race and cross it off my bucket list. I may never do another marathon, but there’s something incredibly awesome about knowing that I can do it.