So I have officially registered for the Austin half-marathon. It's far enough away that it seems like it will never get here, which means it will get here before I know it and I'll find myself freaking out, wondering why I ever agreed to do this to myself. But then I remember how it all began...
Let's go back about a month-
Me (IMing Bri): Too bad we don't live closer together. I've been wanting to get back into running.
Bri: I know! That would be awesome.
Me: Maybe we could meet up every once in awhile and run together.
Bri: I would love that.
Me: We should definitely do that.
Bri: We could also have a goal to work towards...
Me (thinking along the lines of a 5k): Yeah! I'd be up for that.
Bri: We could train for a half marathon!
Me: ... That sounds like many miles.
Bri: Yeah, 13.1
Me (thinking !!!!!!!): Oh, okay.
Bri: Wanna train for it?!
Me (not wanting to look like a wimp): Sure! Let's do it!
Bri: Awesome. I'll send you the link.
Me (whimpering inside): Yay, sounds great.
Aaand that's how I got involved in this half-marathon. Since then I've gotten seriously excited about it. Every time I run, half of me feels amazing, like this was the best idea in the world, and the other half of me takes note of my weak knee and is like, "Are you sure about this?"
Yes, I am sure. Like I've told Bri, I'm doing this whether I have to walk the whole thing, whether I come in dead last, or whether I have to cross the finish line on my knees (or on a stretcher). We're doing this together, and every mile will be dedicated to something we've had to overcome this past year. It's a testament to the fact that we don't give up, and we won't give up. We may cry, I may complain, but we won't quit.
Besides, this is turning into quite the family affair. My sister just decided to train with us, and I found out I have some other relatives running, too. Now if I just convince my dad (who runs religiously and even has one of those crazy winter running masks that makes you look like a burglar) to join... Dad, if you're reading this - join the race!
Anyway, I'll end this blog with my last running trip. I got up at dawn and ran with the sunrise yesterday, and it was one of the most beautiful mornings I've ever experienced. If I could always run in that condition, I'd be a happy camper. Well, a happy runner. Now if I can just get my knee to keep cooperating...