I’m an obsessive person. Actually, I have OCD. But while OCD has me repeatedly asking my husband if he’s SURE he locked the door and then checking it myself anyway, my general obsessiveness causes me to throw myself into things. Once I get something in my head it consumes me completely. For awhile.
Take blogging for example, when I first started blogging I published one post (sometimes two) every-single-freaking-day-no matter-what. Now, not so much. I haven’t posted in over 2 weeks. I still like blogging, and I plan to continue doing it, but currently something else has earned my obsessive affections. And that is running.
A friend of mine who I used to run with (before I moved and stopped running) invited me to run the Fontana Days Run Half Marathon with her. At first I laughed. I was grateful for the invite, but I hadn’t run in 9 months. Oh yeah, and I’m obese.
I do consider myself a runner, albeit an overweight, out-of-the-habit runner. I ran distance track in high school, I really enjoy running (which is half the battle) and 9 months ago I was running 3-5 miles most days of the week, often pushing a double stroller…uphill…both ways. So I was tempted by the idea of doing something I’ve never done before and running 13.1 miles.
But I’m still 50 pounds overweight and there is a very big difference between running 5.4 miles (the longest I’d ever run at once) and running 13.1 miles…while 50 pounds overweight. I cannot reiterate enough the fact that I am in fact, 50 pounds overweight. Did you catch that? I’M 50 POUNDS OVERWEIGHT!
But having my interest piqued I looked up a half marathon training program and counted back the number of weeks until the race (four and a half!) which would tell me where I would need to start my training. To be on track for this training program, the next day I was supposed to run six miles (including intervals of faster speeds) and do some speedwork. I thought, OK, that doesn’t sound IMPOSSIBLE. If I can do that, and run the 7-8 miles it says to run on Saturday, then I’ll be fine.
Well I did it. And although it was hard it felt good. So I signed up for my first Half Marathon.
I’m nervous. I am what they call a “Filly” or an “Athena”, which is the heavier category of runners. I’m really worried that dragging my 213 pound butt 7-8 miles will be very different from hauling it 13.1 miles. I posted my worries on a Runner’s World forum and got some great advice and encouraging words from some fellow “Fillies” and “Clydesdales” (guy runners in the higher weight category) in the meantime I am enjoying my training program and am also counting my calories to ensure that I eat enough to sustain my energy for running, but am still able to lose weight (the less I weigh on race day, the easier it will be).
The worst that can happen is that I end up walking…so what? If I never try I can’t succeed. So I’m ready and excited to accomplish this new goal.
Training for this half marathon has been all kinds of motivating. Not only do I not skip workouts for fear that I will collapse on race day, but I also have been eating less sugar (not wanting to be fatigued for those long runs) and been stricter about counting my calories (wanting to carry as little weight as possible come race day).
So the next time I neglect my blog for any length of time, you will know that I fixated on yet another obsession. What will it be next time? Under water basket-weaving?