One of my New Year’s resolutions was to run a marathon this year. However, I had no intention of actually doing it. Ever. It just sounded like something I needed to do. After all, I had run two half marathons and finished a 200-mile relay. But, who in their right mind would actually run 26.2 miles?
Turns out, I would. And I did. In early April, Justin registered me for the Vermont City Marathon in Burlington. I downloaded Hal Higdon’s novice marathon app and got to work. I still wasn’t sure that I would actually do it. And then, all of a sudden, it was here.
Justin showed up four times on the course, proving himself the most supportive husband in the world. Particularly because he ran (full disclosure: walked) the last mile with me. He made an excellent photographer, capturing some of my more fabulous moments.
The run was brutal; how could it not be? I hit a pretty big wall around mile 17 and, by mile 22, I was done even trying to run. Somehow, I managed to pick up my battered feet for the last .3 mile to run across the finish line. I stepped across the finish line, hands in the air, grin on my face. I. Had. Done. It.
And with that, I got rid of the person I used to be. The person who could barely get off the couch. The person who got winded trying to speed walk. The person who never had any personal fitness goals. And, all of a sudden, I became someone new. A distance runner; a marathon runner. And I can’t wait to do it again – only better.