26 weeks -Week 1-

Week 1
I've decided to embark on my journey of completing 26.2 miles  and particpate in the Los Angeles Marathon that takes place March 18, 2012.  This week began my training and my legs are sore.  I don't think that I have ever experienced soreness like this in my life.  I guess this will gradually go away as my trianing continues. Kristen and I were surprised at the pace group we ended up being placed in.  It's a slight improvement from the pace gorup that I was in last year.  We shall see how it goes.  I'm excited and scared at the same time.

Week 2
I actually showed back up with the mindset that 4 miles was just one mile more than 3. I am convinced that it is a cult and I am trying to decide if I want to be a member. Kristen and I finished it in under an hour with relative ease.  Well other than that nagging pain in my right foot 3rd toe.  I gotta figure out a way to make this work since I have at least 24 more weeks to go. Next week is just 1 extra mile and mentally I'm ready, I just have to added the physical part to it so I can endure. It's been a minute since I've done 5 miles.  Almost a year to be exact.

Week 3
5 miles officially down. 1 more mile than 4. I survived without my body hating me in the end. Those midday workouts are the truth.  Kristen and I are gradually beginning to buy into this cult, since we are definitely convinced that people who run when there is nothing chasing them have to be in some mind altering state. My foot held up, but that left leg was another story.  The quest will continue.

The sad part is that I fell off with my training and fell off with this blog, but still completed it.  Seeing this draft brought a smile to my face and any time that happens I'm happy. It's nice to have a moment of reflection.

Mile 18

So this weekend I finally crossed completing the LA Marathon off of my bucket list that lives in my laundry closet.  I probably could have trained more, since the farthest distant that I ran for this particular race was 9 miles.  I probably should have carried some type of anti-inflammatory because after awhile my body decided that it was tired and ready to go home.

It was almost midnight the day before Roadrunners training was set to began when I decided to join the training program and sign up for the marathon way back in September 2011.  The farthest distant I had done prior to this was a half marathon in 10/2010. I knew if I bought the marathon at the same time as the training then I would be guaranteed to show up to the marathon.  My first day there I met another person who was just like me, Kristen. She decided it was on her bucket list and signed up that morning.  Her and I began out in the same pace group and we eventually fell off with our formal training, but we both showed up on race day.  Knowing that we had made it through the six months of training and actually showed up on race day put a smile on my face.



I started the race with a new pace group because my other goal besides making it to the finish line for my medal was to not get carted away by the medical support staff.  In my mind I was flying.  I hit mile 13 which is almost enough for a half marathon and felt great.  I felt so good that I told my mother and sister to hurry up or I was going to pass the designated meet up area.  Everything was going well until I hit mile 18.  Mile 18 felt like my body put the brakes on the running and damn near put the brakes on walking.  I knew after I passed mile 13 that I was in uncharted territory and was nervous about how my body would respond.  I think this is the first time that I actually hit that wall that I've heard athletes talk about.

From mile 18-25.0 I officially crossed over to the realm of walking and taking in  a leisurely tour of the city, I even decided to finally take a potty break.  At about mile 25 I looked over at the medical station and saw the biggest bottle of aspirin I had seen in my life and I felt like my prayers were answered.  I immediately made my way there to ask for some pain meds. Even though I only got Advil, it felt like I was given dilaudid, percocet and morphine. After about 15 minutes or so the meds kicked in and I was able to walk like a chick who hadn't already finished 25 miles.  I felt so good I decided to sprint my way in.  I'm not sure if it was the fact that I knew I was close to the 26 mile mark, the endorphins, or that good ol Advil, but the beast came alive and I once again felt great. As I was coming in I kept myself form crying despite the fact that I was feeling very emotional and for those who know me that means this must have been major. 

As far as today goes, 2 days after the marathon, my body is still rebelling.  I've never experienced pain in my thighs like this before. I feel like someone punched my outer thighs.  I can't take stairs because it almost brings me to the point of tears.  The only thing that keeps me going right now is the gleam that comes off my medal and my cute shirt that says 26.2.  I read somewhere that less than 1% of the population will ever complete a marathon. I guess I'm apart of that 1% and knowing that feels good despite wanting to cry every time I stand up and walk.

And before I leave I have to give a shout out to Black Girls Run.  I never knew that there were like minded women of color who didn't think that doing long distances of running was crazy.  Seeing them between miles 19 and 20 was an added boost of encouragement. I can wait to log some more miles with them on a  Saturday run.