baby, we were born to run

Hey. Hi there. Hello. Remember me? Yeah, I hoped that you would.

As I may have mentioned in an earlier post, I have signed up to run the Disney Princess Half-Marathon. That is 13.1 miles. Or as my sister likes to put it, 13.1 miles because we’re only half-crazy. While it’s arguably one of the most fun half-marathons, I’m still quite overwhelmed/intimidated/scared to death of this 13.1 mile journey that is 22 weeks away.

Slowly, I’ve been nudging myself into shape – crawling out of bed at 4:45 in the morning, fumbling for socks and earbuds in the dark, squinting at the Couch to 5K app as I stumble towards the gym in the dark. This is where I admit that I have never been a runner. Sure, I played running sports, but let’s be real – I got to stop running whenever the ball wasn’t near me on the field/court. So this has been a big deal for me. The first week, I was amazed I could run 8 one-minute intervals without dying. Yesterday (week 6), I was amazed that I could run 10 minutes in a row. Endurance has never been my strong suit.

High points so far: My legs looked damn good yesterday in a pair of wedge booties. #holla
Biggest challenge: Finding a good speed to pace myself – I thought I was failing if I wasn’t running at 6.0+ mph, but I was just wearing myself out before I could even get anywhere.
Next goal to accomplish: Running a 5K – Signed up today for my first race!
Things I’m excited about: Getting my gait analyzed and getting fit for a proper pair of running shoes!

Exactly.

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