I don’t know why I’ve been dragging my feet on writing and posting this blog. It’s been 5 months since I ran my first half marathon. Let’s get into it.
Let me preface this by saying: I had literally no idea when I set off on a run on April 24, 2020, that I’d be running a half marathon 6 months later.
What started as just exercise and healthy movement quickly become therapy as our world began to change as the reality of the COVID-19 pandemic set in.
So here’s what happened.
In the month of May, I ran six times: 3 miles, 3 miles, 2 miles, 4.26 miles, 1 mile, and 1.25 miles. At the time, not really concerned about speed or progressing in distance, just hitting the pavement, moving my body. [And taking ridiculous, post-workout mirror selfies, see below. Embarrassing, but I’m glad I have them to look back on. Because what I see now is progress, joy, and happiness]
Then in June, pretty much the same with 6 runs: 2.33 miles, 3 miles 2.14 miles, 3 miles, 1.14 miles, 1.5 miles, and 1 mile. Nothing crazy, not even anything over 4 miles yet. At this point, running is an excuse to get out of the house and to enjoy some fresh air.
Now July, the dead of summer, at 6 more runs: 2 miles, 3.1 miles, 2 miles, 1.1 miles, 1 mile, 1.5 miles, and 1.5 miles. Shorter distances overall, but who can blame me? It’s freaking hot in July. At this time, I was spending more time doing full body workouts inside with just a yoga mat, couple of kettle bells, and a medicine ball.
In the month of August, 11 runs, now we are getting somewhere: 1.65 miles, 0.5 miles, 2.05 miles, 1.05 miles, 3.2 miles, 1.05 miles, 1.10 miles, 1 mile, 1 mile, 2 miles, 1.75 miles, 1.25 miles, 4 miles, 3.41 miles, and 3.81 miles. See that 4 miler in there? That’s the run were I started to wonder, if I can run 4 miles, maybe I can run 5?
On to September, summer heat is starting to fade into fall, 12 runs: 1 mile, 1 mile, 4.4 miles, 5 miles, 1 mile, 1 mile, 3.1 mile, 6 miles, 7 miles, 1 mile, 3.5 miles, 4 miles, and 3 miles. Once I hit the 5 mile mark I thought hey, that wasn’t so bad. What’s 1 more mile? So then I hit 6 miles, and then I hit 7 miles. It was the 7 mile mark I knew a half marathon was on the horizon.
And finally October, fall has definitely arrived with crisp, cool afternoon and evening weather, perfect for building distance, 8 runs: 8 miles, 2.1 miles, 1 mile, 10 miles, 1 mile, 1 mile, 1 mile, 5.11 miles, 2 miles, and then of course, 13.1 miles!
And that’s how it happened. Honestly, my toxic, type A, perfectionist personality took over. I couldn’t help but just add one more mile. One more mile was progress. One more mile was advancement. One more mile was achievement.
Here’s the thing. I didn’t set out to run a half marathon. I set out to challenge myself, to become a better person, physically and mentally. For me, that was just tacking on one more mile. 4 miles became 5 miles, which became 6 miles, then 7 miles. 8 miles, 10 miles, then 13.1 miles.
And through this process, I learned:
Running is freedom
Running is therapy
Running is euphoria
Running is power
Running is clarity
October 2020 was the hardest month of my life. I lost 9 residents to COVID-19 in less than 2 weeks. The only thing keeping my head above water was running. Running became my escape. Running still is my escape.
Until tomrrow, Meryn