I have some big deal-ish news to share with y’all. (At least… it’s a big deal in my eyes!)
Yesterday I went on a run.
But it wasn’t just any run. This was my long-run for the weekend.
But… this wasn’t just any long-run.
This run turned out to be the longest distance I have ever covered at one time. EVER!
That’s right, yesterday I surpassed the 15 miles I ran two weeks ago…and knocked out a whopping 17 miles. SEVETEEN miles! That is a huge deal to me!
Seriously. Never in my finest moments did I imagine myself running 17 miles. Heck, if you were to ask me back in high school, I would have said “the only way you’d EVER get me to run even three whole miles is if you paid me some big bucks…”
Growing up, I was a bit intimated by running. I always thought in order to be considered a runner, you had to be fast. And fast was something I was not. Since picking up the sport in college, I have realized this is not the correct mentality.
Runners come in all forms, and settle in at different speeds. I grew to love (and I mean love) running in college, and it has been my go-to sport ever since. Nevertheless, if you had asked me back in college to run 5 miles, I would’ve laughed in your face and asked “why in the world would I do that?” (Unbeknownst to me, though, I was probably running around 5 miles all around my campus during the years I went to Furman. I just never actually “mapped it out” to know this at the time.) Yep, I’m stubborn (and dense) like that.
The fact that I just ran 17 miles yesterday seriously amazes me. It’s weird to admit this, but I honestly thought only “true” athletes ran distances like that. I remember living with my old roommate, and she’d walk in the door after a long-run, declaring she’d just ran 15 miles. Or 22 miles (yes, this totally happened on a regular basis for her). I remember looking at her and thinking “how in the WORLD can you still be standing right now?!”
And now, that person is me.
When I got home from my run yesterday, Ryan was already home from work. Happy came bounding to the door and Ryan asked me how my run went. I wasn’t all that tired, and I felt like I could have done more. (I’m tellin’ ya, so much of running is mental!) I was just beaming with pride and all smiles telling him about the details. I’m so lucky that he doesn’t get tired of me talking about running. (I’m also lucky that he offers to give me [much needed!] foot rubs while relaxing on the couch at night). Amazingness.
Running is such a mental sport… I can’t even begin to describe the feelings of achievement I get each time I enter new “mileage territory.” It’s simply exhilarating. And next weekend, I’ll be experiencing it all over again when I run the Corporate Cup Half-Marathon! When I cross that finish line a week from today, I’ll have run 18 miles. Now that is something to smile about.
So what’s in store for this weekend now that I have my monster of a long-run behind me? Total relaxation. And any and everything that Ryan and I want to do. Ah yes, I sure do love open-ended weekends like this! Seriously beats the days when I was working 14days straight without any time off… (oh the joys of being an AmeriCorps member and working 2 other part-time jobs just to make ends meet…) Let’s just say… I’m so glad (and grateful!) to be where I am right now
I’m off to go stretch some more! Surprisingly, I am not sore (at least not yet… maybe it’ll hit tomorrow?) I really do think all of this proactive stretching is working wonders on my recovery ability.
Have any of you accomplished something you never thought you would have? Do you think running is a mental sport? Do you spend a lot of time stretching? I didn’t used to stretch that much before I started marathon training. Now I swear by it…aaaaand I find it so relaxing—always a plus!
PS. thank you for all of the feedback and support on my decision to run a half-marathon next weekend! I loved hearing y’alls input, and I’m super confident and excited for the race!