I love my first born baby boy. He’s sweet and funny and quite a handful at times. He’s just perfect.
However, my second baby is almost here. The marathon.
Having been pregnant with a baby, growing it inside me and laboring it out was a pretty crazy and life changing experience.
This marathon training has been no different. It has been a labor of love.
I made a decision to tackle a marathon. I fell in love with the idea. I then discussed it with my husband. I got his buy in on this crazy idea. Just like I did with having a baby.
Getting to the point of committing to a marathon didn’t come that easy. I had to build a base and it was frustrating at times. Just like getting pregnant didn’t come that easily either.
Once I committed to the idea, the real work began. The training plan was made, revised and then embarked on. There were good days and bad days. Just like pregnancy.
Every week I made it was a victory. Every week got tougher, the challenges bigger. The rewards were sweeter though. Every week that went by was another week closer to survival. Just like those many, many weeks of pregnancy.
Once I got past the 18 mile run mark my chances of finishing a marathon greatly increased. Just like that 27th (or so) week of pregnancy.
I’ve now gotten over the hardest physical part of training. It’s time to taper, recover, reflect and get ready for the big day. This is different from pregnancy… Miles decided to join us 3 weeks earlier than expected. So now, I’m in foreign waters.
I have time to relax, recover and get ready for the big day. Maybe too much time. Too much thinking, doubting, freaking out.
Can I make it 26.2 miles?
Will I run smart the first half so I can survive that second half?
Will I have horrible stomach issues the day of?
Will the weather be complete crap?
Will my knee and IT band revolt on me?
Will the experience on race day be all I’m hoping it will be?
I realize most of these issues are out of my control and stressing over it is worthless. However, I feel like these thoughts are all part of the marathon experience so I’m embracing them and letting my mind mull them over.
What I do know for sure is that I’ve given it all I’ve got and will continue to do so for the next few weeks.
I’ve grown and become a stronger woman that I ever was. Regardless of how race day goes no one can take away the miles I’ve ran, the sweat I’ve poured, the tears I’ve shed, and the laughter I’ve shared.
How do you prepare for a big event in your life?
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