If you have issues with cardio or are even an elite runner, you may understand why running a first marathon is such a big deal and why a lot of people like talking and blogging about it. This is definitely why I have decided to blog about my attempt to run a marathon. Finishing a marathon has been a goal of mine since I can remember. I always revere those people on photos crossing the finishing line. The look of happiness and accomplishment always so contagious, I just always want to know what it felt like. I am two months away from finding out how they do it, how they manage to look fairly happy after such grueling work. This quest started a little over a year ago when I made a new years’ resolution to keep running for a year, whatever happened, I would keep going, at least for the year. I marked it on the calendar the day I made this commitment. It was 9th January 2014. Such commitment didn’t come after watching an inspiring New Year’s gym campaign or feeling over weight. I had my own reasons to run, a need to run! My partner and I had just gone through what was possibly the hardest, yet wonderful, year of our lives. Our little daughter was born with Esophageal Atresia and had to spend over three months at the children’s hospital in Melbourne. After nine months of very little excise, I found myself extremely stressed and didn’t have the mind to do anything else. Then we spent close to four months at the children’s hospital. When things started settling with our little one, although it felt like we were in the middle of it for years, I knew it was the time to start.
Like most people who attempt running for the first time I struggled massively. I had a long road as a target, I just wanted to run that long road until the top. I didn’t make it till the end because my chest felt like it was going to explode and I was wheezing from the lack of oxygen. I looked at my Nike App, and I hadn’t even done 1K. Even though I felt disappointed and surprised how hard it actually was, I just remembered the commitment I had made to myself. No matter what happens, or how I feel, I would give it a year of running a go. Fast forward three weeks of very slow runs and slow progress I started noticing that I was able to run continuously for 15mins, then a few weeks after it was 30, then 40 and so on. My first fun run race was 8K and I had never done 8K before that, so I thought it was a good idea to try a new distance on a fun run. I believe I did that in just under an hour. It was very slow, but I was fairly pleased with the result. That same day I signed up for a run of 11K, then 18. I haven’t actually run a half marathon yet, and a lot of people think I am crazy going for a full marathon straight ahead. I am still in the middle of my training, and aim to do a half marathon distance in one of my long runs. Running has taught me a lot during the time I’ve committed to it. My goal is to finish this marathon, because I believe it will teach me so much more. I am also meeting so many wonderful people. I wouldn’t dream of stopping it now, there’s too much fun to have and great many lessons to learn.