I still don’t have a full time job, and I’m a glutton for punishment, so I’ve half heartedly decided to follow my victorious first ever half-marathon with February’s Austin Marathon.
It’s been hard to get my heart back in it. I’ve been doing three or four mile runs, and even a whopping eight. Then a few guys at work who said they were going to do 15 last Saturday, so I decided to get my butt in gear.
My knee’s been bugging me, I’ve never run 15 miles, and it’s rained every day in December. But I joined my co-workers for this little jog throughout Austin. Around mile 11 I hit my wall, and the course became a series of hills that seemed to have been transplanted from my home state of Colorado.
My running partners were long gone when I hit a stop light, where where we had planned to turn. I took a right, and found myself in unfamiliar territory. My body grew low on fuel, I got lonely, and I knew that I had to be at work soon. I did my best to head the direction of my car.
By this time I had gone far out of my way, I began to fear that I wouldn’t make it back in time. My body began screaming, my legs weighed about 2,000 lbs each, and I seemed to be running through waist deep concrete. I made a vow to myself and the Holy Spirit that I wouldn’t stop running, no matter what. Many times I realized that I could probably stop and walk faster, but I knew that would be the end.
After 3 hours and 20 minutes, I returned to my starting point. When I mapped it all out, I had run 19.35 miles; six more than my all-time total.
The moral of the story? I don’t know. Study the map. Turn around if you get lost. Don’t schedule a big strange run before work. Beg you running partners not to leave you behind. Solicit donations from blog readers for an iPhone or a Garmin watch.
Or just don’t run marathons. They leave you tired and hungry and sore and late for work.
The funny thing is, I’m excited about this race again. Yesterday I strapped up my knee and purposefully killed my legs on a few big hills. Before running a half marathon I didn’t think I had it in me. I definitely didn’t feel ready for a 19-miler–but I finished it.