Still. You haven’t been training and you can punch out 13.1 miles? You’re amazing.
The above sentence was part of a larger email conversation with some friends this week. It was a work conversation but somehow it came back to running. And my friend’s mistaken belief that I’m amazing. Well, I am. Amazing (and humble too! Ha!). But not an amazing runner. Probably it’s just that I am amazingly delusional.
Okay maybe delusional is a strong word.
You read stories (if you read running magazines) about people who decide on a whim to start running and they wind up running 2 miles a day for 2 weeks and then they pound out winning times in half marathons. Or I’ve heard of people whose longest runs were 8 miles (maybe) and they just totally rocked a marathon with paces I never have approached and probably never will. Seems that the more I read about running and people who take to it – the more I hear of people who are just flying down the roads even as newbies.
But I realize that most of those stories are of people who fall into one (or more) of three categories. Either they have had previous athletic experience (high schools sports or the like) or they are those blessed with incredible DNA. Or maybe they are really really motivated, active people.
Me? I’m just ordinary. Just your run of the mill middle aged woman who took up running cause she likes shiny medals but who does not have athletic genes or any high school sports awards (other than a varsity letter in badminton – which is a sport but albeit it not a showy, challenging one) and whose motivation level depends on how many cookies she’ll be rewarded with at the end of the given challenge.
In other words – I’ve not turned out to be one of those people who took up running to discover that there was a hidden Ironman inside just waiting to burst forth. I’m just putting one foot in front of the other and hoping for the best along with some small miracles.
And I do sort of look out for those miracle moments.
In response to my friend’s comment about being amazing, I said: I once swung randomly at a ball in putt-putt and got a hole in one. I live life expecting random good things to happen to me when I am underprepared. (it helps to know that prior to that incident, I once skinned both my knees playing putt-putt. But that is a long story for another time)
Running 13.1 miles is obviously not the same as a putt-putt hole-in-one. I get that. But sometimes you just realize that while you might be winging it – maybe something good will come of it. Certainly not award winning paces. But maybe not bad ones either.
And winging it is really not a great description of what I think Saturday will hold for me. I am a runner. I do run. My training plan fell apart but I still ran. And I’ve run Disney 2x before. I have a good mental grasp of what it takes to finish those 13.1. I know where my favorite parts of the course are. I know how I feel (mentally and physically) generally speaking at about the halfway point and at other mile markers. I know what it’s like to round thru the last part in Epcot when the freaking finish line seems to not be where it should. I know how much I hate going up the ramp when the green solider from Toy Story yells at you. But I also know that thus far I’ve been successful at looking down from the overpass after that and seeing MANY people still behind me. I know which port-a-potties to avoid (the ones in the grassy areas with lots of bugs in the grass) and I know what it’s like to meet my family afterwards. I even know how to get to the medical tent (but that will NOT be necessary). I know that I hate yellow Gatorade so I’ll wear my fuel belt but I also know I’ll give in and drink some of the darn yellow Gatorade anyway. (WHY can’t races use orange Gatorade? Hello??)
But I also know I am so blessed to have two legs and some (not lots but some) stamina. And I know I will be going into this with family members who are most likely going to yell at me and push me past some of my own limits. But they’ll also be cheering with me to the end. And I know that I’ll be happy to have done the experience again because I like to run.
So yeah – all in all that seems pretty amazing, I guess.