Running Army Strong

This finisher coin means that I did it! I was able to cross the finish line of the Army 10-Miler, and I couldn't be happier about it! I figured I'd write about it now while I'm still on my post-run high, and not after I go to bed and wake up in pain and possibly feeling different about the experience.

Last night, I went to bed overwhelmed with anxieties that lasted up until they fired the cannon to start. A million thoughts went through my mind but as soon as I started my run, all those thoughts went away and I was completely focused on my pace. I'm not going to brag about my pace because honestly there isn't much to brag about! haha

It was a beautiful day for a race. It also helped that the course was amazing, passing by all of DC's monuments. The first 6 miles went pretty smoothly, and I somehow missed the 7 mile marker, which made that 6th mile seem like forever. After mile 8, I was starting to run out of juice, but at mile 9, a runner came up next to me and told me she liked my haircut... even after having run 9 miles. This amused me enough to give me that little boost I needed to sprint the last mile and accomplish my goal. Running the last quarter mile with all the spectators cheering you on is really something out of this world.

I am really proud of myself! If you asked me 4 weeks ago if I thought I could run 10 miles, I would probably laugh because the idea of it was so ridiculous. Thanks to Eric and Andrea and all my family and friends for being so supportive and encouraging and pep talking me when this felt like an impossible goal to achieve. Who knows, maybe there will be more posts about running after this one.

Here is a photo of Andrea and me once we found each other after the race:

Here's our awesome course map:


Run to the beat of my own drum

This is my official public announcement-- I will be running in 2010's Army Ten-Miler! I had to google the website to link it to my blog and the website kindly reminded me that there are only 10 days until the race! I got a lot of emotions about this one.

I actually intended to run the Army Ten-Miler in 2008. I was training for it while Eric was deployed, but as fate would have it, he came home for his 2 week leave, which coincided with the race date. At the time, I obviously chose to spend time with my boyfriend who I haven't seen in months rather than run 10 miles and spend time recovering from such a run. After that, the idea of running just kind of fell off the face of my world.

Fast forward to 2010-- my athletic Mr. Fitness USA husband decides he wants to train for a full marathon, and run the Army Ten-Miler in between. Three weeks ago, he went to the doctor to check up on his sore legs, and sure enough was diagnosed with shin splints. The doctor advised Eric not to run for 6 weeks, meaning he will miss both his marathon and the Army Ten-Miler. My goofy self had to make a joke about taking his spot in the race, and somehow jokes became reality and I found myself training for a 10 mile run that then would take place in a month. Does that sound crazy to anyone else but me?

So come all the feelings of nervousness and doubt. When I was intending to run this race in 2008, I was running 5 miles a day for quite sometime. However prior to this change in race plans, it had been forever and a half since my feet had seen my running shoes. It seemed over-ambitious and unrealistic, but I figure why not give it a try? By the end of two weeks (last weekend) I was able to run 6 miles. My goal is to be able to run 8 this weekend, and finish off at 10 come race weekend.

After my 6 mile run, I felt very tired in the knees and started to get very nervous about this commitment to training. I was unsure I would be able to do it, and a part of me still is. However, while running today I decided that as long as I did my best and just finished the race, I would be very proud. I am by no means a runner, and being able to cross the finish line of a 10 mile race would be an awesome accomplishment for myself. My goal isn't to run 10 miles in a set amount of time. My goal is to finish a race I wanted to finish years ago.

Wish me luck, family and friends! I'm going to need it!