Remember back when I was all “Oh running is so awesome and I am loving it and WOO ENDORPHIN CRAZYTALK!”?
Yeah. Well. Now it’s more like “I like running, if it’s not too hot, and I got enough sleep, and my legs don’t hurt and also, I don’t run more than 6 miles anymore okay?” because it turns out that running long distances does not agree with my legs. Seriously, I ended up with these crazy ass shin splints that hurt all the damn time and I hated running with every fiber of my being. So I stopped running for a couple weeks and my legs stopped hurting and then I liked it again.
Which is good, because yo, I’m “running” a half marathon on Sunday. Emphasis on those quotes there, because I am still super duper slow. I mean, I can run a whole mile without stopping in like 13 minutes which is AWESOME, but I can’t run 13.1 of them. So I’ll be doing the Galloway/interval thing, running 3 minutes and then walking for 1. And when I’m done with that half marathon, I will never again run another double digit run ever again amen.
I have very, very modest goals for this race. Finish in less than 3 1/2 hours. Average a sub 15 minute mile. Don’t get hurt. Don’t be last. Don’t cry. Get that goddamn medal around my neck. Honestly, the only things keeping me from NOT doing the half on Sunday are the medal and the fact that I have spent a ton of freaking money on shoes and gear and registration and training group stuff and I need to see a return on my investment.
It won’t be the last time I run a race; I am one third of the way to my goal of running an entire 5K so I’ll keep doing those. And 10K seems to be my just right long distance so I’ll do a few more of those. But those half and full marathons? I am not enough woman for those, and kudos to people who are.
But hey, on the good side, all this running has made me realize one thing: I fucking miss the hell out of Crossfit. So I’m going to get back into THAT next month. Jumping out of one crazy into another. Yep, that’s me.
