
In May, I accomplished something that I thought I would never do—a half marathon. Even now, it’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I made it 13.1 miles and I’m still alive.
The idea came from a high school friend, who wrote on my facebook wall after I did a few 5k runs. She ran a few races before, and encouraged me to do it, too! Without giving it a thorough thought,(which I seem to be good at!) I started talking about it like it was a great idea. Before too long, my terrific friends Kelley and Brett Kleczewski were all signed up, and suddenly the pressure was on! I put off the registration for a while because reality set in and I realized that I was not a runner! Once I started telling people that I was doing it, and feeling like I was being doubted, I finally signed up.
Despite soreness in almost every part of my body in the months prior to the race, it was seemingly worth it for so many reasons including the simple fact that I can say that I did it! If it wasn’t for the encouragement of Kelley and Brett, I surely would’ve dropped out of the challenge in a heartbeat. I battled shin splints, a VERY sore knee, blisters, ankle pain, headaches, and several other aches, and repeatedly reminded myself that I was in no shape to be doing it…I must be crazy.
I followed a training plan with a grain of salt. I was disciplined enough to keep running, but would often have to skip days due to soreness. Once the mileage training got to be around 6-8 miles, it was common for it to take 3 or 4 days before I could run again. I kept at it, talked and complained about it a lot, and gained some sort of inspiration from my own complaints. Race day came quickly, and my nerves and doubts stayed until the start. The whole feeling of the day is one of those feelings that I don’t think I will ever forget…sort of an out of body experience. I started to run, took a deep breath, and said to myself, “you can totally do this!”
I battled some pretty hefty blisters, and a little bit of knee pain, but other than that it was a great run. I have NO idea how I ran so long…it is unexplainable to me. I finished with a time of 2:26:24, which was much better than my goal of 3:00. It was so fun to see all of the people cheering along the course, and even though I didn’t know most of them, I am so thankful!
I think it was such an emotional achievement for me because I’ve battled with my body for most of my life. I have always been the “fat girl”, always the last one to finish in gym class, the cheerleader on the bottom of the mount, the girl who would always hide behind people in pictures, the girl that made excuses for not changing in the locker room, and quite frankly, never feeling equal with my peers. I’ve always lacked any sort of confidence and still struggle with it now. Being able to finish something that I’ve always categorized myself as waaaaay to out of shape, overweight, and unmotivated to do, is amazing. It made me realize that not everyone is a picture perfect image of what they are trying to achieve…and if they were, it wouldn’t be such a rewarding experience to reach a goal. So, I might not be a runner, or someone who ‘looks’ like they can physically do much…but I RAN A HALF MARATHON!
What’s next on the goal list? Hmmm… I basically ‘ran’ out of energy to keep up with the amount of running that I was doing, so I’m still trying to think of a new challenge and it might not involve vigorous exercise of any kind..lol! I’m trying to go green, and that is quite the feat. I’ll tell more about that another day!






