Last night Jason and I registered for the 2010 Illinois marathon, to be held right here in our hometown of Champaign-Urbana. Jason's running the full marathon, I'm running the half, and the girls are signed up for the 1K. Considering the no refund policy, barring any extremely unfortunate circumstances (like death), we'll be there.
In all honesty, the idea of running a half marathon terrifies me. 13 miles is an awfully long distance. I ran a half marathon in Moab with Jason in the days before kids, and it pretty much kicked my tush. (Or at least it killed my toenail, which fell off afterward from all of the trauma.) As for anyone running the full marathon, I salute you, I cheer you, I'm proud of you, and I absolutely cannot understand you. 26.2 miles is unfathomable to me. My entire 59 inch frame stands in awe and wonder. You're an inspiration to us all.
I have two goals for this half marathon: I want to run/jog/hobble the entire distance (last time I had to walk for a spell), and I want to finish before Jason. My zippety-quick hubby hopes to qualify for the Boston Marathon by running the race in about three hours. As long as I make it to the finish line first so that I can cheer him across, I will be happy.
Running is hard for me. Unlike for my husband, it doesn't come very easy or naturally. Yet even though it is difficult, I'd like to think it's worth it. While it may hurt to actually pound the pavement, I feel so much better afterward. I enjoy the time to be alone, breathe the fresh air, and take care of my body. Running strengthens me physically, emotionally, and even spiritually as I develop the willpower to set and accomplish really hard goals.
The Illinois Marathon: it's advertised as Fast and Flat. Well, I may not be fast, but I'm flat-out committed.