A year ago, I was well into my weight loss journey and as you can see, my March totals were pretty...sad. Keep in mind, those 10 miles were probably over 5-10 runs, and when I say 'runs', I mean mostly walking and some running.
(and it's okay that I ran or walked last March, I'm just comparing my progress)
When March is over, I'll have at least 60 miles done. Not just 60 miles, but 60 miles of purpose. Every step meaning something. Every hill tackled. Every breath in 20-30 mph wind - with extreme effort. Every run with focus and determination. Every run is a run closer to running my very first Half Marathon.
The day before my 12 mile run, I mapped it out with my car. I was surprised
but not really that my run would take me to Lincoln. Last summer I remember joking around and saying "wouldn't it be cool if I ever ran out here?" Guess what? That's where I went. It was a goal I never really took seriously, but I ran up and down all those hills for 6 miles. Yes, hills. In fact, going west on that country road is one long incline with a nice series of torture, I mean hills. Now, add in the wind. Straight in my face...for 6 miles. I knew it would be hell and it was, but I also knew I'd be earning that downhill...and I did. It was worth every step to be able to turn around and have that wind at my back. I was still doing hills but overall, they were downhill. There was even a gust of wind that caused me to trip up my step, but I was running the best part of the run....and I just kept going. I loved it.
see this? There's like 10 more of these little inclines
Week 9 of training was no joke. There's no limping around 12 miles, you do it, or you don't. You hydrate hard all week, you eat foods that fuel you, you don't drink alcohol, you sleep properly...all in the name of a good long run. I loved waking up on Saturday at 7am just to go running. I keep asking myself 'who am I?' but I'm realizing I'm a runner, I'm really a runner.
My next "I DID IT" picture will be with a sweet, hard earned medal. I cannot wait!