Big dreams. We all have them. You've heard it before. "I want to be a fireman, a princess, a lawyer, a football star, a musician, a costume designer, an American Idol." My dream..to qualify for the Boston Marathon. Not really a shocker to us runners, but a dream non-the-less. It's a dream for a lot of runners. It's hard work. Lucky for me, I've never been afraid of hard work. I've wanted it for as long as I can dream. I'd watch the Boston Race every year with rapid heart beats. I would sit at the edge of the couch cheering loudly. No. Screaming. It's my super bowl. So, in true "Cynthia fashion" I decided this was the year. When I set my mind to something, there's just no stopping me. Just do it! It may seem like it was a whim, but I've been thinking about it most of my life. This was the day. I mean I'm 50, why not. Oh my gosh, what am I thinking. Me? Of course.
So, first step; find someone to help me get started. I Googled coaches. Called the local running store for help. Got a few numbers and some emails. This one looks good. This one, hmmm okay. Don't like her. We'll try these few. Called and emailed them. Left messages. No reply. What a shocker! What is it with people these days?! GRRRR! Do you want a job or not? Just reply. A day later, "Hello?" WE HAVE A WINNER! Dave. I gave him answers to his questions. "Just put it all on paper Dave," I said. "Speed work, tempo runs, long runs...if it's on paper, I WILL DO IT!" I knew I had to do the work but just didn't know quite how to put it together.
I've been working hard for a month now. Speed work on Wednesdays, boot camp on Tuesdays, Thursdays, & Fridays. Light workout on Saturdays. Biking or swimming. Long runs on Sunday.
18 miles has been my longest thus far. Glorious Mondays, as I call them, are rest days. I live for Mondays. But, I'm tired. Hungry. And always, always sore. Aspercream and Aleeve are my closest friends.
So here we are. I've signed up. Marathon date, September 17, 2011. "Top of Utah." I've done this one before. It's beautiful and a fast course. Oh lucky me. I'm so excited at times, I can't sleep. Other days...mostly at 4:30 am before a long run..I think, "Why am I doing this?" The voice inside says, "get up and go." I want to hit that voice. Of course, I get up. And go.
I'll let you know how it goes.