I have no idea what I have gotten myself into.
Sometime in the past few weeks I have decided to run a half marathon. At the time I thought it was a great idea. Now after two weeks of “running” I’m not so sure.
I have never been one to go out for a jog. In fact I hate running. I have always looked at people who run like they were idiots. Certainly there are better ways to get from Point A to Point B than running. I don’t like it because my knees hurt, my feet hurt, and after even the shortest of jogs I can’t walk for about a month. What the hell is going to happen after I run 13.1 miles?
But the truth is I NEED to run.
It’s not some sort of New Year’s Resolution, but I did realize that the only way that I was going to get in better shape was to have a goal somewhere in the future. Every year it seems I say something along the lines of, “I need to get in better shape.” But what does that really mean? It’s just nonsense words if I don’t have a goal set out in front of me. What has the goal been in the past? I can say generic things about how I want to live longer for my kids or be in better shape so I can chase them around. But realistically those aren’t concrete goals. You would think that would be enough to get motivated, but we all know that it’s not. With just a simple “get in better shape” pledge, all my fitness goals in the past have failed.
My goal date this year is May 5th and the Long Branch Half Marathon.
I have never run more than two miles in my life and now I am going to run HALF OF A FREAKING MARATHON. I don’t know if it is something that I am going to be able to accomplish, but I am certainly going to try. So many people, it seems, take up running around my age and I never understood why someone would knowingly put themselves through that kind of torture to run in a race that they have no chance of winning. But now I get it. If it wasn’t for something like this race, I don’t know if I would have the motivation to get in shape. Doctors can tell me I am fat, people could could mock my presence, my kids could run circles around me, but without May 5th I would most likely taper off any fitness program and return back to my sedentary lifestyle.
I never thought that I would be, but I am slowly turning into a running man, although I won’t be putting any of those stupid “Runner Dude” or “13.1″ bumper stickers on my car. I still think that running is dumb, but to get from the point I am now to the point I want to get too, it seems like the best way possible.