We did it.
Even with a case of monster shin splints and a cold day of…I am proud to say I accomplished my second half marathon in a time of 2:07.
This was the first time we had trained with the Running Room in terms of the half and man! was it ever different than when we did it on our own.
On our own, we did most of our runs in the am..pushing each other to get up every one of those mornings to go forth and run. We ran into a few issues…our backs each gave out at one point in time or the other, I totally had visions of a serial killer stalking us in the park when we ran at 6am, heavy heat and humidity left us in dire need of cold showers as soon as we got back in and we compromised on distance, pace, and amount of runs per week. Our first half was in October and we finished in 2:12.
This time, we decided it was worthwhile following an official running program and training with an organized group. Our group leader was Stephen. Hard ass, no mercy..Stephen’s focus was about being supportive in that military kind of way and pushing you to get to your personal best. There was no “compromise” with him. Instead, he would drill into us that if we did not believe that we could accomplish our goals, then it was only our own heads getting in the way. Stephen is somewhere in his 60’s and just ran the Boston Marathon. If there was someone I have met recently who simply commands respect its him…and as much as he would yell at us to keep going and work hard, it was because he really wanted us to be proud of the training we did to get there.
The half we chose to do this time was filled with sweetness as the Mississauga Marathon was the very first 5k run we did last year and we were coming back to do the half.
We felt nervous but ready…a bit unsure of where our time would net out but focused on trying to run our own race. (A couple of days before we started debating heading to 12:1 or 15:1 Run/Walks…in the end, we agreed “why would we invent a new program when we have been training with 10:1 and that has suited us perfectly).We ran together to the 16k mark at which point, my running partner Jen went on ahead. I started slowing up a bit and feeling the aches of the shin splint and ankles I had been working so hard to avoid the previous 3 weeks. By 20k, I was chanting my mantra (the list of kids names I know who are managing through Autism- when I get into challenges, I keep thinking if they are expected to fight through everything they will have to, I should be able to get through a stupid run) Tired and Sore, I debated if it was worth just walking to the finish line?
And then my brilliant, most amazing, most outstanding husband did something utterly perfect. He set up our two very loud and very proud kiddos at the last km mark to get me through to the end. It did just that. They cheered, I teared and came in to the final stretch strong and so happy to have achieved my personal best (So far!)
I thought this would be a one time shot. To scratch off my bucket list and keep heading to new adventures.
Who knew that this might actually be becoming a habit? and one that I am really starting to enjoy…:)
One thought on “How training,hard ass coaches and mantras helped me finish the race”
Congrats on your PB Jennifer! I on the other hand ran my PW at the Sporting Life 10k last weekend. Very little training because I have been spending a lot of my time supporting my sister who has been diagnosed with metastatic bone cancer. As I went through my 10’s and 1’s, feeling the pain, and wanting to stop, I kept thinking of the pain my sister is in right now, and said to myself…keep your sorry ass going, one foot in front of the other until you cross that finish line!
Good luck on your first TRI this summer:)
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