I ran my first marathon. It was hard.
It has been on my bucket list for a few years but didn't think it was possible since I've had IT band problems in the past (I tried training for a marathon a number of years ago. Remember that depressing post?)
I trained for a half marathon that I ran in May. So when my knee didn't hurt at all during training or the race, Kevin brought up the possibility of a marathon. I still wasn't too sure about the whole idea, but once I decided that I wanted to, I knew I wanted to do it quick. So I put in 2 long runs and 3 weeks after the Half, I ran the Marathon.
So I still don't claim myself as a runner. I would never say I love it. I do it because it is free and I want to exercise. After the Marathon, I was convinced that I would never run one again. One and done. Check it off the list.
26.2 miles is really, really far. It was long and hard, but I completed my goal of running it without stopping (I wouldn't allow myself to go the bathroom or walk while I was drinking, etc.--yes, I am a crazy person). I totally understand how runners sometimes have poop running down their leg...I didn't, but if it happened, I don't think I would've stopped. Crazy, I know! But I'm the type of person that if I make a goal and don't do it exactly as I intended, it is basically the same as a total failure. I knew I'd be so disappointed in myself and would have to run another Marathon.
So I did it. My time was 4:03 which was faster than I predicted. Which meant that Kevin and kids weren't at the finish line until 30 minutes later. It wasn't anyone's fault, but I was a little sad. I think I was just exhausted more than anything.
So now that it's been a couple months, I can see how people get addicted to the Marathon. I still don't love running, but now I feel that since I know I can run a Marathon, anything less is just not good enough. Jeez. So the lesson learned here is this: Never make goals and accomplish them. Just live in mediocrity and you will always be happy. ;)