It's week 3 people!
Week 3 and still going strong, although I will admit, the newness and excitement is wearing off.
I ran 7 miles last Saturday, which is officially the farthest I have ever run. I realize that for seasoned runners, this may not seem like a large feet, but to me, it feels amazing.
I kept an easy pace and found myself feeling good throughout. This week my long run is only 5 miles, so I should be good to go.
About my weekday morning runs though.....
IT IS SO DAMN COLD!!!!!!
As if getting out of bed at 5:15 to run wasn't hard enough, add in 20 degree temps and wind chill and it feels like I'm going to battle.
Which, honestly, it sometimes feels like this whole training thing is. The last couple of days I have had the thought, "why the heck am I doing this?"
I could just stop.
Stop and no one would care. Life would be normal, nothing crazy. I'd still be healthy and in shape.
But then I had to remind myself that being healthy and in shape is not the point of this whole thing; that even though no one else would care, I would care.
Deciding to train for a marathon has to be about SO MUCH more than health and appearances. If that was all it was about, then why run a marathon? Just do a quick 20 minute workout each day and you are good to go. Heck, do 20 minutes 3 times a day and you're good.
In the midst of this training, I am still sort of struggling with why I am doing this. I know I mentioned in my first blog post that it was to prove that I could do hard things, and I suppose that is still the case; but for some reason that doesn't quite feel like enough.
It's week three and I am going through my first and what is probably not my last, wave of doubt.
I suppose for now I will focus the small things. I made it outside in the FREEZING cold to run this morning. I only thought about sleeping in once and pushed through it to get my butt out of bed.
So progress. This morning I am celebrating those 3.38 miles I did that kinda felt like shit.
Week 3 and still going strong, although I will admit, the newness and excitement is wearing off.
I ran 7 miles last Saturday, which is officially the farthest I have ever run. I realize that for seasoned runners, this may not seem like a large feet, but to me, it feels amazing.
I kept an easy pace and found myself feeling good throughout. This week my long run is only 5 miles, so I should be good to go.
About my weekday morning runs though.....
IT IS SO DAMN COLD!!!!!!
As if getting out of bed at 5:15 to run wasn't hard enough, add in 20 degree temps and wind chill and it feels like I'm going to battle.
Which, honestly, it sometimes feels like this whole training thing is. The last couple of days I have had the thought, "why the heck am I doing this?"
I could just stop.
Stop and no one would care. Life would be normal, nothing crazy. I'd still be healthy and in shape.
But then I had to remind myself that being healthy and in shape is not the point of this whole thing; that even though no one else would care, I would care.
Deciding to train for a marathon has to be about SO MUCH more than health and appearances. If that was all it was about, then why run a marathon? Just do a quick 20 minute workout each day and you are good to go. Heck, do 20 minutes 3 times a day and you're good.
In the midst of this training, I am still sort of struggling with why I am doing this. I know I mentioned in my first blog post that it was to prove that I could do hard things, and I suppose that is still the case; but for some reason that doesn't quite feel like enough.
It's week three and I am going through my first and what is probably not my last, wave of doubt.
I suppose for now I will focus the small things. I made it outside in the FREEZING cold to run this morning. I only thought about sleeping in once and pushed through it to get my butt out of bed.
So progress. This morning I am celebrating those 3.38 miles I did that kinda felt like shit.
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