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On Sunday mornings my alarm would go off before the rest of the family stirred. I’d tip toe around the house to get dressed, chug a glass of water, and lace up my shoes before heading out the door. A quick glance at my watch told me my distance and duration goals for the day’s long training run that would ensure. I’d be ready for to tackle my first half marathon.
I’ve never considered myself a runner. I spent a couple of years on the high school track team, specializing in sprinting halfway around the track for the 200 meter event where my goal was always to finish somewhere in the middle. More recently, my running companion has been our Yellow Labrador who stops to sniff so suddenly that our couple of miles are anything but fluid and consistent.
So why in the world would I ever commit to running 13.1 miles? Pledging to run my first half marathon and training to be ready in time for race day was a tough goal but one I personally needed.
As a mom and entrepreneur, I spend a majority of my time taking care of my family and work-related tasks and while satisfying, something was missing. I needed something for me. A goal that was my own, one I was personally in charge of from start to finish. I may not be a gym owner, entrepreneur, or ninja like Michelle Warnky but I felt the necessity to push myself in a way that was different and unlike anything I had done before.
Training started gradually. I gave myself months to train and told myself to get out there and put one foot in front of the other. Each morning I looked at my watch for my training plan. Each day my daily goal increased. Run longer. Run farther. Run just a bit faster.
Two miles became three then five. Five miles turned into seven and eight. 10 was close but 13.1 seemed far.
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