Welp, I did it. I officially survived the first half of marathon training. Two weeks ago, I went out and ran 13.1 miles on a perfectly gorgeous morning.
When I was finished, I made Jason drive me over to the running shoe store so I could buy one of those 13.1 stickers for my car. And then we were passed on the highway by a dusty beater with a 70.3 sticker.
Possibly it was a reminder from above that there is still much work to be done. And possibly it was just a fantastically hilarious coincidence.
More realistically, it was simply proof that there are people out there who are totally &^%$#@! crazy. Because 70.3 miles?!
BUT I DID NOT LET THAT STOP ME. I now have a 13.1 sticker.
September, in numbers that no one cares about but me:
Miles – 81.88
Time – 44+ hours (!)
Avg Speed – 4.2 mph
Calories burned – 11,761
I’ve run nearly 260 miles in 2013, 184 of those since training officially started in June. Not too shabby for a fat girl who likes to drink and cook and eat! And then drink some more. And then swear off drinking forever. And then unswear it off 3 days later because… hey look, it’s beer! And I’ve kinda earned it 🙂