Ten days ago, in a flash of madness, I registered for my first half marathon. I am not completely sure what drove me to this irrational decision but it is done.
A friend posted the link to the Milkwood race on my facebook wall - she was suggesting the 10km but casually threw in that there was also a 21km 'for the crazies'.
I am the very first to admit I am hardly the spontaneous crazy type. I am, by far, the more boring, plan it, give-me-notice type which again leaves me grasping for reasons as to WHY I went and registered for the 21km within minutes of seeing the link. I don't even LIKE road running.
I had my sights set on the Cape Point trail in November as my half debut. Then this race appeared on my radar and the terrain / route is through the most exquisite area and I decided to JUST DO IT. (thanks Nike)
Here is the kicker - by committing to my Just Do It approach I actually have to run. Often. And longer. With real intent. I have a (mental) program of what needs to happen so that I can finish this race. Let me tell you its been a bit of a mind-game because for a few days I just DID NOT want to run. At all. It was like I was setting myself up to fail.
I sorted through my mental nonsense and decided to take the pressure off myself. I will run when I WANT to run. If I am not fit enough to do the half I will downgrade to the 10km. Once I had mentally settled this for myself guess what?
I wanted to run!
Early Saturday morning I crept out the house and ran for a good 90mins - my longest run to date. I felt strong and could easily have carried on for some time. I was elated, seriously, I was beyond stoked. You have to know that when I started running I could not run 1km without stopping - this has taken time and for me to see this kind of progress is huge.
I think I may have to sort my thoughts regularly when it comes to races - I have this huge dichotemy of wanting to run for fun but am also horribly competitive. I need to IMPROVE all the time otherwise I get mad; but then I get mad and I need to run to vent... so it all kind of works out in the end eh?
I know, call me crazy maybe?