Six days...and definitely counting

Running. It's a new word in my daily vocabulary. For some crazy reason, last Novemberish, I decided I needed to run a 1/2 marathon in order to get back into a routine of working out. Why a 5K wasn't good enough I'll never know. :) So, the first week of January I began my new running training schedule. 4 runs a week. That first run was hilarious. Not at the time, of course. I went for a 1 mile run and came home huffing and puffing. I laid down in our hallway - cheeks bright red - and felt like I was going to pass out or throw up. Happily, I did neither.

But, I DID keep going. I kept up with my schedule - with many thanks to Ryan. He has been the quiet supporter - always encouraging - always saying just the right things to make me feel strong. With 3 young kids who depend on me for most of their every need, the only time to run was usually 6am. Try that in Jan/Feb when it's FRIGID outside. That equals no fun.

My Saturday "long" runs kept me going. I loved meeting up with 3-5 other women to run the roads of Wilmore before most of the town began to stir. And each week, I ran farther and stronger.

I remember thinking that there is no way that I'll be able to run this entire race. I remember doubting what I was trying to accomplish. But, there was no way I'd ever give up. My main reasons?:

-I turned 30 this year. Ouch.

-I've accomplished a lot in the past 10 years of my adult life. Most has been connected to others. Mainly, my kids. I take HUGE pride in this fact. I am beyond blessed to have the 3 kids I have. I can't stress that enough. But, I needed a personal goal to reach. I supported Ryan through Seminary, had 3 babies...it was time for me to do something because I needed it.

-Did I mention I have 3 kids? When I began training, Addelyn was 13 mos old. I needed a fresh way to lose baby weight. Mission accomplished. :)

-To set a positive example for my kids. I want them to see what living a healthy, happy life looks like. I try to eat well. I try to exercise well. I'm sure I'll mess up at times, but I'm doing my best!

-I've never been hugely athletic. (unless you count H.S. and College Marching Band. HOLLA!!) I've always wanted to be though. It's fun to feel like maybe, just maybe, I can belong in this group of runners. Really? Me? Can I really call myself a runner? :)

So there you have it. I've trained. I've cried from shin splints, blisters, strep throat, the stomach bug, and sleeplessness. I didn't give up. And now, only 6 days stands between me and this huge accomplishment in my life. I'm so so so excited.

Saturday. April 24th. 7:30am. 13.1 miles.