A Long Winter’s Nap

A long, long time ago, I was going to run a marathon.

I was running every day, increasing my distance and shortening my time, calculating what I would need to accomplish to run the Cowtown in Fort Worth… and then, I met Wes, and suddenly, a good portion of my running time was better spent sitting around together talking for hours and hours and hours. Ahem.

And then? Well, then, there were so many classes and so much working and wedding planning that I was lucky to get in a two mile run a day. And THEN there was a move overseas with a baby and then ANOTHER baby, and running was less about reaching a goal and more about losing baby weight and keeping it off as I reached thirty and my metabolism took a permanent vacation.

I’ve had no goal in running, nothing to shoot for, since 2003. And I’ve been okay with that. Kinda. Sure, I felt like there could be more when I heard that my college roommate was running her TWENTIETH marathon, but that envy and admiration was nothing that a Twinkie or two (or a whole dozen!) couldn’t cure. I was okay with what I was doing… which wasn’t much.

Then, I picked up The Me Project. I knew I was in trouble when Kathi wrote that I needed to write down some of my goals and the only goal that kept coming to mind was, “run a marathon.” Wes and I were in the midst of a long winter’s nap when it came to running, and the thought of running just one mile seemed ludicrous. 26.2 miles?! HA! I put that goal aside and decided to pretend like I had never even thought of it.

I was doing a good job of that until Wes went to the doctor and discovered that his blood pressure was just a wee bit high. Okay, “wee bit high” was more like “alarmingly high,” and his solution was to run like a mad man. He wasn’t content with just picking up the daily jogging habit, though — he started looking into competitive running. And then, he started looking at me. What? My blood pressure is just fine, thankyouverymuch!

Long story short, he bought me a super nice double jogging stroller, some new workout clothes (to replace the pair of running shorts I’ve had since I was fifteen that now have holes in the butt — I know), and suggested that it would be easier to train if he had someone to train alongside. And let’s face it, y’all. I sure could use some exercise now and then, right?

So, we began two weeks ago. And I was convinced after a quarter mile that there would be no marathons in my future. No 10Ks. And a 5K? As if! But after running every day, I was shocked to find that after just a week, I was running two and a half miles without too much exertion. Could it be that I might just possibly be able to do this crazy thing?

The jury is still out on that one, but we have a goal. Right now, we’re planning on running a half marathon in 2012. And by typing this out for the whole world to see, I’m committing myself to seeing it through. My body is groaning at the mere suggestion of doing this, but after only two weeks of running just a couple of miles, Wes has normal blood pressure again. He’s going to be like the Bionic Man once we get up to thirteen miles, y’all!

And me? I’m going to try my best.

So, for all of you REAL runners out there — tell me how crazy this idea is and how I should just forget about it. Please???

And in the future, I’ll be posting all running-related, training-related posts on this new spiffy “Run, Jenn, Run!” blog here. I would love it if you would follow me there and shout motivational slogans at me as I pant and grunt my way to 13.1 miles!

3 thoughts on “A Long Winter’s Nap

  1. Kathi Lipp says:

    Jenn – I am so incredibly proud of you. I can't wait to hear your progress and will be rooting you on (as I just get my butt out of bed to walk our small bladdered puggle..)

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