I have decided to try
to train for a marathon. Let that sentence, and the realization that that is 26.2 miles, settle in for a second and then ask the question that my neighbor Ashley Johnson asked, “Abby, have you ever even run a half
marathon?” The answer to that would be “nope.” This very kind group of people have agreed to drag me along with their group in my attempt to do the impossible (we are fake running in this picture and look how worn out I still look).
Ashley (my SIL) has been training with this group for over a year and has already run one marathon. She and I have been taking some early morning runs lately and have been having such a good time together that when she asked if I wanted to come to Cape Cod and do a marathon with her in the fall, I just said “yes.” I think I have lost my mind.
I am not asking you all to hold me accountable, because I am giving myself an out. This juncture in life, with two small girls and a husband with a demanding schedule may not prove to be conducive for becoming a marathoner (is that a word?). Jeremiah has been supportive about me doing it, and we’ve both agreed I should just try and see how it goes.
So, I rolled out of bed at 5:30 this Saturday morning and met the group for my first long run–10 miles! I sort of want to shout it and wear a sign 🙂 It was hard for me. I have been running 5 to 6 miles three times a week for a long time and to double it with a group that keeps a faster pace than I am used to was a challenge. Look how intense I look (and apparently I also have a pot belly) in this shot–and you should know that everyone ELSE was smiling and talking the whole time.At the end, we were all feeling pretty happy (and sweaty). I am excited about adding a couple of miles next Saturday…sort of 🙂