I’m a little over a week out from my first half marathon. I decided to pick the race touted as "America’s toughest road marathon" to make it my first half. Why? At this point I don’t know–it sounded good when I signed up in December. But I’ve asked myself that question for months now.
Of course, my training has gone not (quite) as planned. I rolled my ankle twice in February:
This set my training back by several weeks at least trying to nurse my ankle back to health. Then I spent a month just trying to build my mileage back up so that I could even think about running something close to 13 miles.
My last 2 weekends have been focused on some final training runs where I tried to tackle my 2 biggest challenges for this run:
1. The Mountain and
2. The Distance.
The elevation profile for the half looks like:
I’ve been sweating the first 4 miles. How am I ever going to be able to run up that mountain?! Running uphill for 3 miles straight. Now this is a challenge…
The first weekend in April, I finally did run up the mountain, it was tough, but doable. It wasn’t as steep as I expected. I did have to walk some to catch my breath, but made it up ok. Coming back down was sheer bliss.
Last weekend, I did the distance–I ran 13 miles for the first time in my life. My legs (and ankle) didn’t fall off–just a little tired and wobbly.
And now I know that I can survive. It won’t necessarily be pretty, but I’m going to get to the end of the course.