Sweaty Stats: As promised, I got out there and ran 8 miles Wednesday evening with my buddy Katherine. We’re both in full Rock and Roll training mode even though we feel like we’re slowing each other down…but secretly love that we’re both slow pokes, so it works out perfectly.
I haven’t raced since the America’s Finest City Half Marathon 2 years ago!! I don’t know why I stopped training and signing up, but I just did. Weird, I know.
Before I get ahead of myself, let’s take a trip down memory lane…The Carlsbad Half Marathon was the very first race I’d ever signed up and trained for. I don’t know what got into me, but one day I woke up and decided that I was going to be a runner. I trained for about 8 months because when I started running I could barely do 2 miles without dying! I read just about every blog and magazine article I could get my hands on to try and figure out what this whole running thing was all about. And honestly, I was terrified…people poop their pants, what?!
Fortunately I enjoyed the prospect of taking on a challenge I never imagined would ever become a reality for me. I grew up playing sports and stayed pretty active throughout adulthood, but never in a million years did I think I would ever become a “runner.”
The San Diego Rock and Roll Half Marathon became one of my fav’s because my running buddy’s sister was recently diagnosed with Leukemia as an adult and the proceeds of this race go towards The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
We all showed our support and wore “Cara’s Crew” shirts for the race!
So fast forward to now…I am training for the SD RnR Half again and it’s much harder! I feel that 2 years ago I was able to breeze through the training with minimal pain and a much faster pace, but now I’m an achy slow poke, what gives?!
My husband turns 35 in August (I just turned 30 in January) and he’s running it with me as a milestone for himself…and has already stated that this will be his first and last time ever doing this! As much as I’m struggling with the training this time around, I know that this is not my last race. Does that make me a runner? Or just crazy?What struggles have you had in your journey as a runner, or just being active? Does it deter you from moving forward, or give you more strength to keep on going?