So I'm signed up for a half-marathon. What?
Yeah. 13.1 miles. That's kind of long, huh?
When I realized what I'd gotten myself into, I decided I needed a little more help. I bought a book called "A Non-Runner's Guide to Marathons for Women," written by a normal American couch potato who hates running yet aspires to cross the marathon finish line. I'm hoping her witty sarcasm and descriptive journal entries of the grueling running process will somehow motivate me.
A point the author, Dawn Dais, makes about running a marathon is that the runner must identify a worthy and enduring goal, one that will not cave when the knees want to give out on mile ___ (currently, that is marker 1.5 mi for me...wow). So, then I decided to dig deep. Or rather, NOW I'm deciding to dig deep. Here goes....
I've never particularly enjoyed running, but I know many people who find it to be a significant stress-reliever and are actually addicted to it as an extremely beneficial form of exercise. Of course, there are also people like Lindsey Peters who tell me that running a marathon is actually the equivalent or worse of smoking for a number of years. Whoops. At least it will give me a rockin' bod.
No but really. I feel that in order to truly culminate to loving my body, I need to do something extreme and highly personal. And that is running a marathon. I hate too much alone time, but running will teach me to love being by myself, listening to my body and its rhythms. It will not only be physically strengthening, it will also be mentally strengthening. Running, like yoga (which I hope to supplement my training with), is a meditative practice...and one at which I am a young grasshopper. I am a fiery and impatient Aries, and I hope that running may tame my flamey spirit and increase my patience level.
But that's not actually enough of a reason is it? Well there's also the reason that I want to do something I don't think I can do. I want to show myself that anything is possible and that anything, no matter how overwhelming a goal it may seem, can be accomplished in minute increments. At least, that's my theory, and apparently it has held up for research and in the experience of other individuals.
In addition, I want to get into the best shape of my life. In 3 months, Dance Company has its Spring Showcase, and I have to wear a cropped bra top and booty shorts. Say goodbye to any jiggles. I want to have my best body yet.
I know tons of people who are training for this marathon, and of course, I can jump in on their training, but I genuinely feel like this needs to be a more personal experience for me. This is more than an appearance thing...it's about testing myself. I think that if I can use running as a form of exercise and meditation to draw upon my strengths as a person, it will serve me as a tool for the rest of my life. Running can happen anywhere, and I hope to make a commitment to health this year. Perhaps a slightly extreme 13.1 mile commitment, but people have done this before me--people with plastic hips and histories of heart attacks. I'm just a whiney 19-year-old.
There's no reason I can't do this. Right? I sure as hell hope so. Because its $91.95 on the line, plus the $15 I spent on that book.