Marathon Training (aka: pure hell)

As I am approaching the date of my first (and quite probably only) marathon I felt a reflection back on my training was needed.  As I look back over the past 3-4 months multiple runs come to mind.  


There was the 9 mile run that I had to attempt multiple days in a row as for some reason this was impossible to conquer.  In the end the only reason I did accomplish it was through pure fear of massive embarrassment at the idea of having to go to work and tell everyone that yet again (3rd try in a row) I was not able to complete the 9 mile run.


There was a 16 mile run that can only be described as the worst run of my life.  This run included stopping at two separate CVS's to buy water and gum, as well as multiple stops at gas stations to use their restrooms, walking 3 -4 miles and ending in tears wanting nothing more than to hear my ipod tell me 16 miles completed.


A simple 5 mile midweek run that turned into a near disaster at 4.75 miles when I fell (in my defense it was dark out) skinned both my knees, injured multiple muscles in my chest and arm and alarmed a bystander who repeatedly asked me if I was okay because "that looked really bad miss."  However refusing to not complete the 5 miles I got up and ran the last .25 miles with blood running down my legs and multiple people watching me wondering "what the hell happened to that girl"


Finally as my training peaked the 20 mile run, ran with my friend who I have been training consistently with.  People have told me this is the big Aha moment run, that after you do 20 miles you realize that you really can conquer the marathon.  This is not how this run went for me, rather that when my ipod said those magical words "20 miles completed" and I began to walk I couldn't help but moan and cry from the pain radiating from my legs!!  All I wanted to do was sit down, but knew that sitting down would only make the pain worse.  I then contemplated some sort of leg amputation to just make the pain go away as I cursed a few more times thinking that would definitely help.  I would say I felt this way for a solid hour.


I have taken massive amounts of Ibuprofen, gone through ice like crazy, eaten more gels and  cliff shot blocks than I even thought possible, bought two fanny packs to carry water in, lost a toenail, and gone to the doctor 3 times all in the name of training.  All I can say is that if I finish those 26.2 miles next week it will not only be a miracle but an act that might really convince me there is a higher being out there. 


One thing I can guarantee is at the end of that marathon I will be cursing the Uncle who convinced me to sign up for it, crying out in what I can only anticipate being some of the worst pain of my life, and feeling more full of pride than I have ever felt before.  

The Beginning

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