Over the weekend I traveled to one of my favorite places in the entire world, Narragansett, Rhode Island. I know Rhode Island seems like a random place to fall in love with, but after living there for four years while studying at the University of Rhode Island, I have considered it my home away from home, and jump on any chance to visit.
One of my favorite things in Narragansett are the beaches—they used to be my “go-to” spot when I needed to clear my head and think—but when the weather was nice I used to run along the shore line. Since I had not visited for a while, I decided that making a pit stop to the beach before heading home was necessary. But with the crazy wind and bitter cold, I opted to save my run for when I got back to New Jersey. In the midst of reminiscing, I reflected on how much my life has changed since living up there—training for this half-marathon being one of them, and the motivation behind my training being another.
If you recall from my first post, I mentioned that I was running this race because I had just gotten out of a relationship and wanted to do something for me. Subconsciously though, I think I wanted to run the race for my ex. It sounds silly, but I think I wanted to prove to him that I was a strong, independent person, and quite frankly, I wanted to shove this accomplishment in his face (you all know how hard it is to not to be bitter after a breakup!). However, the reality of it all is, I haven’t spoken to him since October and I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know that I was training at all. My motivation to get into awesome shape for him has now been replaced by my motivation to get into awesome shape for ME. For all of you to remember why you are training. At the end of the day, no matter what your reason for running is and no matter how fast or slow you run, this is a huge accomplishment, and you should run for yourself above all else!
As the mileage is starting to build up, I can feel myself getting anxious for race day. Every time someone asks how my training is going, I get a little more excited, and actually find myself wanting the day to be sooner. Running is not something new to me (I ran cross country in high school, and ran for exercise all throughout college), but running a half-marathon is something that I have not had the opportunity to tackle yet and I can feel the adrenaline starting to kick in. In fact, I decided to run for speed on Thursday night to channel that adrenaline-based energy, and was able to run two miles in just over 16 minutes and continued to run for two more miles (total of four) in 36 minutes. I have decided that if I can maintain that speed throughout the majority of the race, I should be able to finish in and hour and a half. Impressive, right? Let’s see if I can actually do it now! Am I nervous? Most definitely. Am I ready to kick some butt? You know it!