Today is the 500th day of my running streak. I celebrated by running 6.5 miles on the greenway. Honestly, it does not seem possible. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything besides breathe and blink and have a heart beat for 500 days in a row. I am thankful.
The running streak has taught me how to run so that I don’t get injured. It made my running habitual. It taught me to make room in my schedule for fitness no matter what. It showed me that I’m tougher than I knew and that there is something to be said for mind over matter. I like to be outside more than I have since childhood and stretching makes me happy.
My original fitbit is still going strong–it’s an amazing little machine. I’ve gone through three and a half pairs of running shoes. I’ve found all kinds of interesting places to run but I like my local four mile section the best.
So, what’s next? I am registered for a half-marathon on May 15. I find it hard to stop staring in wonder at that sentence. I’m WHAT???? Last Sunday afternoon I did an eleven mile training run. I’m still in the process of transitioning back outside for the majority of my runs. I’ve learned to take this slowly. I ran the eleven miles on a paved path that runs beside, over, and between a couple of lakes. Most of it is fairly flat. I still felt like I was going to die from about mile nine and half on and the whole thing took me two hours and fifteen minutes. I had been hoping to finish the half-marathon in 2 and a half hours. I have decided that I will be satisfied with finishing, but I’m going to aim for two hours and 45 minutes. You’ve gotta start somewhere. I do think I will be able to do better early in the day. I need to make sure I am hydrated and I need to look into what to eat on the morning of the race. I’m allergic to bananas, so that could be a problem. I’m hoping for a cool and maybe even slightly overcast day. May weather is a bit unpredictable in North Carolina.
I’m nervous, but pumped and determined. God has been with me every step of this journey and I know He will not leave me alone now. May is the month I discovered my cancer, so running this race nine years later is pretty cool. I never imagined I would even consider trying. God is good!