I’m easing into training for marathon No. 2.
Albeit nothing feels freakin’::easy:: about it. Yesterday, for the first time in the history of my life, I ran UP a hill in my neighborhood. Multiple times. On PURPOSE. (Which was the worst part.) This morning, I wrecked myself for an hour and fifteen minutes at Red Rocks. This whole shaving 26 minutes off my time? A joint wrecking, heart-busting venture to be sure.
I met up with Andi first thing and climbed 1700 stairs just to get IN the freakin’ place. As we’re walking up, I mention I’ve been reading articles online about if it’s true or not that runners can sh*t their pants while they’re on the move.
Listen, you know by now that I have no censor on my mouth and that I love to get to the heart of the matter quick-like. I am obsessed about this. It’s totally weird and more than gross…but for some in-explainable, stupid reason, I HAVE to know.
I go on to tell her that yesterday I discovered the word shart. The urban dictionary describes it as a blend of “sh*t” and “fart.” (Is anyone else rolling around on the floor laughing at this?!?!) I asked her if it’s true…does that REALLY happen to peeps?
She replies with a simple, “Yes.” (Hey, she knows me so well that nothing that comes out of my mouth surprises her anymore.)
So, today…that was Lesson #1. (Sharts happen.)
Here was Lesson #2: As I’m walking back across the bleachers after damn near killing myself on sprints, I exclaim, “Holy cripes…this is so much harder than running my pokey, slow as sh*t, one speed marathon pace. I think I’m going to have to do a lot more to avoid ridiculous, self-inflicted injuries this time ’round.” She agreed. (I’ll share more about HOW to do this in a later post…just as soon as I learn myself.)
And finally — here’s Lesson #3.
I announced the 100 Days of Sole Challenge yesterday. (Turns out there are several women in the world who are ready to throw their excuses out the window and chase their monster goal, too. Woot!)
Some are chasing their first 10k. Others, their first half or full. A PB. A Tough Mudder. We even have peeps hopping on the “I’m IN” bus to lay down a progressive goal. (Think walk 200 miles in 100 days, etc.) Crazy, right?
What’s most inspiring is that these women not only said yes to their goal, but they said “Hell YES” to themselves.
Here’s a peek at what they’ve shared:
“I am joining you for YOUR next big ADVENTURE! As I told you, I signed up for my first HALF on October 12, 2013! Thanks for doing this and sharing your honest to goodness confessions! I am so ready for this!!!!”
“I just signed on! I’m very excited but kinda scared too! I’m “only” doing the 10K challenge, but I’m so ready to rock this. You’ve been an inspiration and I can only hope that one day I’ll cross the finish line of my first marathon. In the meantime, I know I’ll need your help, that’s why I’m joining you on this challenge. I’m ready!”
“I DID IT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!! I can NOT believe it!!!!! 26.2 miles in 16 weeks…. It’s ON!!!!!!”
Note: I totally, full-on, unapologetically love this sh*t.
Today I’m celebrating my newly expanded vocabulary, getting way the freak outside my comfort zone and the simple joy of watching other women get the support they deserve to rock THEIR results.
P.S. Are you running Portland in October? If so, email me…we’re working on something cool behind the scenes so we can all meet eyeball to eyeball! (firstname.lastname@example.org)
P.P.S. If you’re ready to chase a monster, life changing goal of your own…and you want a ton of love, encouragement and support while doing it, join us! (All of the women who are “IN” are freakin’ awesome…you will LOVE them!) Click here for the deets.
P.P.S.S. I just read that Paul Ryan lied about his marathon time. WTF? He originally said a “two hour fifty something” time…come to find out it was 4:01. This got me wondering…what other lies to runners tell? Come share what you know! www.Facebook.com/BrooksFirstMarathon