So my husband who is currently overseas had taken the liberty to register me for a half marathon before he flew off. The date is set in April, that is less than a month from now.
The last time I did a half marathon was about 2 years back. It was painful but crossing the finishing line gave me a great sense of satisfaction and fulfillment, unlike the kind you get from scrubbing 2 toilets and polishing the floor. I guess my husband got that figured out, thus he had been very enthusiastic in signing me up for running events. For a while, those were our regular dates where we would sneak out for weekend morning runs before the kids wake up.
Then few months after the last half marathon, I busted my knees during skiing. I was devastated and thought I wouldn’t be able to run again. My husband however thought otherwise, he assured me that I would hit the track in no time and manage a 21km soon.
I still cannot fathom the kind of faith he has in me. Perhaps it was his way of comforting and encouraging me but trust me, when your holiday had been cut short and you were on crutches and had to be wheeled onto the plane, that kind of encouragement didn’t quite work. It almost felt annoying to hear him go yadi yadi ya without having to bear the pain and think about taking the next step.
He’s been away for 2 weeks now and apart from holding down the fort, I have been training quite a bit for our upcoming run. This was what it looks like last week.
Monday – run 13 km
Tuesday – rollerblade 10 km
Wednesday – run 5 km
Thursday – 1.5 hour pilate lesson
Friday – cycle 42 km
Sat – rock climbing with kids
Sunday – rest
2 days ago, I did an impromptu long run.
I started off with 10 km in mind but by 8.30 am, the weather was still breezy and cloudy. It was a sunless morning, a rarity, the perfect kind of weather for running. Unfortunately I was also very ill prepared. I had just switched to a new phone and didn’t have my Runkeeper and music installed. Those were my necessities!
The stretch I would be running was deserted, with no water point and I didn’t carry any water with me. I have never attempted that kind of distance on my own, especially not without proper hydration, but on the other hand, I was feeling energetic and felt I could go on.
I text my girl friend and my husband, seeking advice on whether I should continue. Obviously, my husband was like ‘go for it, all stars are aligned!’ (see, he is my best cheerleader). My friend however thought I should turn back.
The text messages went back and forth a couple of minutes and I finally went ahead and completed 20 km that morning!
My thighs and calves hurt and my foot was so sore but it felt soooo good to push myself, and did more than what I set out to do. I came home and pampered myself with a good salt scrub, gulped down 3 glasses of those healthy green smoothie, took a nap and headed off to pick up the kids.
Now I can’t wait for my husband to be back so that he can join me for a good run, hopefully by then I would be able to keep up with his pace!