Sunday starts the 21 training for the Cleveland Half Marathon.
I am excited and dismayed. I love and hate running. Mostly I hate it. My joke is that I hate it but I keep doing it just to make sure that I hate it. It’s not completely a joke.
I do much better when I run outside by myself with music. I don’t have fancy running clothes or shoes so nothing I own is weather-resistant. Which means, at least right now, that I’ll be training on the treadmill.
My husband, for the first time ever, is going to attempt the half with me. We did a quarter in May in Columbus (which we are already signed up for again, yay!).
I hate running with my husband. I like going with him to the race. And I love that he is there too. But I do not like to run with him. I don’t like to run with anyone who can run. I have “run” with many people who are slower than me. That’s fine because I’m not doing something for myself. I’m there to encourage them.
I have a girlfriend I’ve done this with several times. I’ve also gone with my daughters and my son; all separately. It’s fun.
But when I’m there to run, I don’t want to be with anyone I know. I spend too much time concerned with them. Am I slowing them down? Am I breathing too hard? Am I making strange faces? ( I can assure you that I am). Do they notice that my nose is running? Because it is always running. When I run, my nose runs.
All that in my head distracts me from performing at my best. My best isn’t great. But I still want to do my best.
Well, 21 weeks is plenty of time to fight all those stupid voices in my head. And fight them I must. Because the reality is that I will probably be with my husband for the race. And I probably will be spending loads of time training with him.
And although this will be my 3rd Cleveland Marathon, it will be my first time running running. I want to crush it.
The best thing about starting my training plan is that after all this Christmas food, I am carb loaded and so ready to go!