Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The unplanned half - the beginning

Wow, just looked back at it was 3 weeks or so since I last wrote anything. The internet collective breathe a sigh of relief that I haven't invaded their space with my ramblings. But, like bad chicken... I'm back!

So, the usual grown up stuff has happened; Doctors, therapists, bills, blahhh... This is a blog on running and luckily I have something I can write about.

Last weekend I ran a half-marathon. The BMO Marathon; I ran the 21.1km course. I had written a long while back that I wanted to run the Marathon this year, but as subsequent blogs testify, I had ITBS and that idea was then diluted to the half, then just left on the shelf to gather dust. Recently my knee has been sore, but after using the "Foam roller of Pain", stretching and weight training, it was on the mend. Not 100%, but at least my 5 year old was no longer learning swear words that were inappropriate at a pre-school.

So on marathon weekend, my plan was to sit home and chill. That was until a week last Monday. I was at the pool, swimming a few laps. I know, me swimming!?! Until January, I was unable to swim. That's probably a whole blog post in itself. Anyway, I was chilling in the steam room after my laps and I began talking to this very nice lady. She was telling me how she was training for the marathon that Sunday, but had developed a string of overuse injuries. I commiserated and was just about to offer my sympathies that she wasn't going to do it this year, when she clarified that she was going to run anyway. This got me thinking. This poor woman could barely walk, and yet she was going for it - the whole 42K. I was pretty much okay and yet I was backing out!! This was a challenge. Never dare me to a challenge - I probably should not have said that.

After talking to a few of my friends, they were pretty much daring me to run the marathon on 4 days notice and no training. I even had a bet with one, that he would run an ultra if I ran the marathon. I contemplated it - seriously contemplated it. However, my mind overcame my heart and I decided that if I wanted to be able to walk for the next few weeks the half was a better idea. I still hadn't trained for the half. I think the longest distance I had run in about 8 weeks was 10K. I had run a handful of 12-13 milers before this point, but still that was quite a big gap and with a recovering knee. But I reckoned I didn't need knees... they were just a glorified add-on of nature right? Their only purpose was to be knobbly and make it impossible to have perfectly shaved legs.

So on Saturday 1st, I managed to get to the expo and I registered for the half. I was pretty sure I would be slow and that I would have to walk at least half. {On my last 10K, my knee gave out at the 9K mark, so I was expecting this to happen again). Did it matter nope? I mean all I was doing was breaking myself for fun AND paying $105 for the privilege. Who says in this day and age, masochism is dead?

So how did it go? Check out the next post!

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