Things are shifting in my life right now, and being the stubborn person that I am, I’m resistant to the change (mostly because I have no control over it). I suppose it’s all a part of the transient nature of your twenties. It is a time for big life changes, seemingly insurmountable challenges, and testing your steel. Surely the moment of greatest difficulty is a moment for great growth. I’m determined to stay positive and focus on being the best I can be. So as any rational person would do in a moment of uncertainty, I made a rash decision.
I signed up for my first marathon…in November. The very first ever Bucks County Marathon is being held on November 20, 2011, and I will be running it. I’m completely terrified (sick to my stomach thinking about it right now), but I have no doubt I’ll be able to handle the challenge. (I’m suddenly reallly glad I signed up for that 18miler in September.) Was it a stupid thing to sign up for (and fork over $100 for) on impulse? Yes. Do I hate myself a little bit right now? Definitely. Am I really incredibly excited to run my first marathon in THE very first marathon to be held in my hometown? Hell yes!
Since I’m already training for distance, I don’t think it’ll be a far cry once the time comes around. I was fairly healthy all weekend, in spite of a two day respite from running (does 4 reps of standing for 5 hours at a time count as a run?). I’ve been starting my days with a whole grain english muffin, peanut butter and banana, rocking a variety of salads for lunch, and eating whatever happens to be available for dinner. (I have big plans for a grocery store run this afternoon to improve my current evening menu options, of which I’ll keep you posted.) It’s time to get serious, and I can’t think of any better motivation to run than when the world seems to be falling out from under me.