That’s the hashtag I’ll be using to document my journey to try and run the Long Beach half marathon. If you don’t know, that’s a total of 13 miles. I can’t even run for a total of 13 minutes. This is going to be fun.
I chose to walk this race about two years ago, so I know a little of what to expect. But I wanted to approach it this time with a different perspective. I wanted to approach this race, and the training leading up to it, from a perspective of someone who wasn’t afraid of hard work, determination and failure. I tend to run from those three things. But I don’t want to anymore.
I had my first training session today with a group that I signed up to run with, and I will admit that I was a little disappointed with myself. I literally ran for about 30 seconds before all the reasons to stop started to attack me.
“I don’t know how to breathe”
“These shoes are too new”
“This fanny pack keeps moving”
“I’m just to out of shape”
It’s tough to compete with good arguments. After I stopped, the doubts that I would even remotely be able to run this race really began to set in. Who do I think I’m kidding? But that was also the moment I knew that this journey is truly going to produce blood sweat and tears if I wish to do it well.
I will do it well. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be pretty. But I will do it well.