Completing a half marathon has been a personal goal of mine for years. About a year ago, I decided that it was time to make it happen. I chose the 3M Half-Marathon in Austin on January 29, 2012. And then, I did nothing.
My time for a year long training plan passed me by. My time for a six-month long training plan also passed by. What was left? A 12 week training plan. Sure, it sounds short, but considering that 12 weeks is also the amount of time I had to figure out life with a newborn before returning to work, it seems more doable. I already *know* how to run. I did not know how to swaddle, diaper, or handle a blow out (veeery different than just changing a diaper. Veeery). Regardless, I'm a quick learner.
Last Sunday, my training plan required me to do a 5K. No big deal, right? It's 3.1 measly miles. But it was also the first race I had run in over 2 years. The first race since Jack was born. And a race that was actually prescribed to me by my training program. I also happened to be recovering from bronchitis.
So, what happened?
I rocked it. And it was clearly as much a mental victory as a physical one. And no, I'm not telling you my time because it was slow as molasses going uphill in January. But you know what? I wasn't last. I wasn't even in the last group of people to finish. I was about halfway. And to me, that's super awesome victory.