One of my under-30 goals was to run a marathon. As you might know, 30 came and went three years ago, and I still have not run a marathon.
In place of this, I ran my first half-marathon in June of 2017, and my second in August. Prior to the June race, the furthest I’ve ever run when not training was 4 miles. To run 3x+ that was an insurmountable task, until I started training. Also, now that I’ve successfully completed 13.1 miles twice, to run 26.2 sounds insane. I think I’ll skip it…for now.
I started running to curb my anxiety, and realized I loved it. No, not because it helps me stay slim. I’ve not lost any weight; in fact, I’ve got these giant thighs that have been known to tear my jeans. No, not because I like to win races; I’ve not finished better than top 60% at any race I’ve done. Instead, I love it because it gives me time to focus on myself – anywhere from 30 to 150 minutes at a time. Yes, 150. Two and a half hours. I’m slow.
I could wax poetic on the benefits of running – or the pains it causes. But I think the biggest lesson here isn’t that running is great, or it will kill your knees, which it is and it can. The big lesson here is that if you want to do something, it takes time and dedication. If you want it bad enough, you will be able to do it.
I don’t think I’ll ever be competitive; I just can’t match the times of those with legs as long as my body. What I will be, however, is happy and accomplished. And who knows, maybe I will make a full marathon my under-40 goal.