Marathon Training Update: 12 miles

For the last few years, I’ve been saying that I would like to run a full marathon someday.

The funny thing is, I don’t think I have really believed I would do it. Especially after battling my first real running injury, I had kind of added running a marathon to the list of things it would be cool to have done but that I didn’t really expect to do. (You know, like swimming with sharks. Walking on the moon. Cutting my hair into a bob.)

In fact, I probably wouldn’t have signed up for the run I did if not for my ambitious friend who I had already discussed going to Paris and running a marathon with (separately). When I agreed to do it (at the same time), I did so despite the nagging voice in my brain whispering in a panicked voice that this was a bad idea.

Part of the problem was that the Philly Half wasn’t great for me. My training was tough, and I hadn’t run a 10+ miler that didn’t make me feel like death in over a year. I was really worried I had made a terrible (and expensive) mistake.

So when I set out to run twelve miles yesterday, it wasn’t without a healthy dose of trepidation.

New running shoes I'm really counting on to boost my confidence.
New running shoes I’m really counting on to boost my confidence.

I’m pleased to say, though, that the run went pretty great. I felt good at the end (though a little sore). My legs and hips felt a little tight, but I made it through without needing to stop at any point. That sounds like such a minor thing, but I can’t begin to tell you how much it put my mind at ease.

Because I can do this. It’s just going to be hard. But I’m a big believer in not running away from stuff just because it’s hard.

So now I can say, confidently, that I am running a full marathon. In April. In Paris. And this time, I really believe it.