So I hung up my keyboard for a while, but a certain crazy tough mudder and marathon runner, who shall remain nameless, started asking me about a couple of interviews (one and two) I did with my amazing work-husband Adam two years ago. After giving him private access to the posts, he asked if I could make them public so that he could share them with others who are thinking about attempting their own acts of running awesomeness so, here we find ourselves.
It’s perfect timing really, because just this Sunday (when the nameless crazy guy was running his second full marathon in Perth), I was ticking a long-waiting item off of my ‘Things I Will Do‘ list and running my first ever half marathon!
It was brilliant! Seriously.
Just the week before I had run my longest ever distance of 15.7km and it was the worst run of my life. My calves were screaming at me from about 3km in, my body felt like it was made of lead, my head was so far out of the game I couldn’t even think about walking the half marathon let alone running it, every slight incline looked like a mountain, and all I wanted to do was cry. I was telling a friend this story later that afternoon and she looked at me as though I were a complete and utter dinkus and she asked me, full of incredulity, why on earth I was doing it!? My immediate response (which I had to get out around my laughing at myself)? Because it’s fun!
And it was. I had the best time on Sunday. The atmosphere was amazing, the camaraderie with all of the other runners was uplifting, the smiles and cheers of the volunteers kept you going at every turn, and before I knew it, I’d been running for two hours and eight minutes and had covered 21.1km!
Next? The McLaren Vale Half in seven weeks’ time. Bring it!