½ Crazy or Full on Crazy?
My friend and I have discussed
running a full marathon now for a while.
We even signed up for the Miami ING a few years back with the intent to
do the ½ marathon and then find a destination run for the marathon. Injuries happened and we postponed the race
till the next year. My friend was still
injured in 2015 and so I ran the ½ marathon by myself. The running a marathon discussion is
happening again. We’re both approaching
a semi-big birthday, ahem, age is just a number though really ;) and so we’ve
revisited the idea again of “it’s now or never”. A little background if you please:
I started walking with a group in
2007 to meet new people. I had moved
back to Miami from San Diego and thought I needed to get active and find some exercise
I didn’t mind doing. I had heard of this
group of people that would get together early Saturday mornings and run or
walk. I had never run before in my life,
so I thought that I would simply walk.
The walks became something I would look forward to. We had a core group that would always meet
and when I say we’d walk, we’d walk. 8 miles
was the long distance of the day – we were supposed to do our shorter walks
during the week to be able to do the long walks on the weekend. I’ve always walked fast and 8 miles really
didn’t seem that long when you’re talking about everything that goes on with
each and every walker. And that’s when
the discussions first started that I should do a marathon. I only fathomed half marathon at that
point. So sure enough we all started
training. We pushed to do 11 miles (some
did the full 13 miles as practice) but I wanted to do the full 13 on the actual
race day. Sarasota, March 2008, I completed my first ½ marathon
– 13.1 miles – I felt so great I even did a cartwheel over the finish line (there’s
a picture somewhere to prove it). After
I returned the following Saturday the other walkers now began the discussion
of, “What next?” Would we do another ½ marathon
or would we go for the full now? Many of
the walkers told me that if I had trained for the ½ then it was the best time
to continue on for the full. I took the
challenge on. What did I have to lose,
right? From March to May I trained and I
trained a LOT! I even was able to go out
to San Diego (the destination I picked for my marathon!) a few times as my
nephew was turning one. I thought what
better way to check out the race course and train in the elements. It just all seemed to line up (in my
mind). I even after one of my trips kept
my suitcase out since I was going to be going back so soon – I thought it was
not only motivation but also a reminder for inspiration. Little did I know that 10 days before the race
I would stub my toe on that said suitcase.
Who does that?? This girl does, that’s
who! I went to the doctor and the doctor
said the toe was not broken, but they did advise me NOT to walk in the
marathon. I told myself if the toe wasn’t
broken then I was walking in that marathon.
I had to after all that training and time spent. My dad has this famous saying in our family, “You
gotta be tough if you’re dumb.” I kept
hearing his voice say this over and over.
I knew I’d be tough and overcome.
My brother dropped me off almost
exactly at my corral. I was early but
race ready – I had made homemade “energy” bars and had my fruit leather and
water all ready to go. Trained and
ready. I chose the Rock-N-Roll series
for my race because I knew at least every mile I would have some form of
entertainment. 26.2 miles is a long way
and since I was walking I wanted to make sure others would be around as I was
still walking! I would say it was mile 9
or so I got a rock in my shoe. Of all
the things to happen during the race – I had not trained for that. It had formed a small blister – I took my
shoe off and saw it – the medic tent told me they could take me to the end and
I didn’t have to finish the race or I could continue on. Once again, my dad’s voice popped in my head,
“You gotta be tough if you’re dumb.” I
figured if the stubbed toe didn’t stop me, what more could 17 miles do to an already
formed blister? They bandaged me up and
off I went. During my race there were
signs everywhere from the Team In Training groups and others as motivation:
And there were even running Elvēs
(that’s right, that’s the plural of Elvis) for entertainment. Over 100 Running Elvēs were at my marathon –
I’m not sure how they were in uniform and wig running in the heat. San Diego in June normally has a marine later
in effect till late morning, early afternoon.
The day of my marathon, it burned off at 9 am. I had the worst sun burn ever! San Diego was a great destination run. And more than that, I had my family at the
end – talk about motivation. At mile 20
though I think you hit this wall (at least I did) and all I could think was
there were 6 MORE miles left. I look
back now and it was a mix of adrenaline/heart/sheer will to get me through to the
end. Completing a marathon is like no other feeling
that I can describe – you hear people try to describe it, but until you
experience it you never know how you will react. I was caught up with emotion and was just
overjoyed to see my nephew (and the rest of the family) I had done it, blister and all, 26.2 freaking
miles. 6 hours and 10 minutes. I always say I actually walked 27.2 miles –
because where they made my brother park his car was definitely another mile or
two – talk about cruel!
Returning from the marathon left
me with the “where do I go next” feeling with my exercise regimen. I had just walked 26.2 miles, would I start
running now? I had never run before and
never thought I could run. I wasn’t sure
what was next. My friend Felix helped me
start running. We did intervals: run 1 minute walk 4 minutes, until we worked
up to run 4 minutes and walk just 1 minute. I’ve been doing intervals ever since. I have Felix to thank for introducing me to
running and believing I could run. Over
the years I went from running literally barefoot on the beach to running with
the minimalist type shoe (since I no longer run on the beach).
4 years ago I broke my foot, the
5th metatarsal, the good old Jones’ fracture. I didn’t break my foot from the minimalist
shoes, but from running in the rain in flip flops – cue dad’s favorite phrase J It took a long road to recovery after
breaking my foot to even begin to run again.
After having running taken away, I knew the minute I could run again I
would run. Injuries are able to teach you
a whole lot. I never take for granted
being able to work out. A year and a
half after breaking my foot I completed a half marathon (when I thought I’d be
never able to run again)
Talk about an emotional roller
coaster of a run that was! It was
November in Puerto Rico – no one was going to be pulling a PR (personal record)
in PR (Puerto Rico) that was for sure.
After the first light rain shower passed over there was this rainbow and
I stopped to take a picture:
I tried to savor every moment of
that race, not caring what my time was like.
Finishing felt like such an accomplishment – thinking back to breaking
my foot and thinking would I ever be able to do what I so loved? Incredible moment for sure.
And that leads us to the present
moment. To run a marathon or not? My running partner Marcela has never walked
or run a marathon. We’ve run a half
marathon together and I know it’s on her bucket list: run a marathon. She’s downloaded the running schedule and is
determined. I’m training with her and
tomorrow will be our official first day of training. Say what?
I said after the first time around I’d never do this again?? Here's what I do know. Marcela is my running partner. Through thick and thin, we're training for this marathon. Marcela will be able to have that same feeling I had years ago - she'll be able to describe it to you one day. Here’s to training and here’s to learning things along the way!