Today marks the start of the 10th week of my marathon training. Nine weeks in, and I can’t believe how much training for a marathon has done for me. More amazingly, I’ve been waking up early in the morning like clockwork instead of pressing the snooze button on my alarm about 10,000 times before getting up
I woke up at 3am three Sunday mornings ago to start my long run as early as 4am and avoid the sun. It drizzled a bit, but I didn’t mind. I completed more than 10kms in 1 hour and 45 minutes. I haven’t tracked a route longer than 10kms, so I don’t really have an exact distance of how far I ran I just knew I ran more than 10kms — the most kilometers I’ve ever ran so far since I started running in December 2009. I was proud of this, and of course I told my husband, “I ran more than 10kms today and I still feel fine!”
He was proud of me, as a supportive husband should, and said, “that’s great! Now you just need to multiply that by four, then you’d be so ready for the TBR Dream Marathon!” That long run three more times???
Then it dawned to me: I’m only one-fourth ready to conquer 42.2kms.
It’s a humbling thought, but at the same time, an indication of how much I’ve already accomplished. Does the idea of being only one-fourth ready scare me? I’d be lying if I say it didn’t. It’s awfully scary.
It’s something that you wouldn’t think was humanly possible. But others have done it — even my husband has already done his first 42.2kms last summer. Being one-fourth ready shows me the reality of what I am about to face the moment I cross that starting line. It shows me how deep the abyss really is when I dove in and took on the 42.2kms challenge nine weeks ago. It shows me that finishing a full marathon would really be something I can be very proud of — a tale worthy of passing on to my future kids, “your mommy completed 42.2kms at age 29, and that’s very far!”
The idea of knowing I’m one-fourth away from my goal brought on another wave of uneasiness in me. Can I actually do this? I mean really, can I?
One look at my training schedule eased my worries. I completed 9 weeks. BUT, I still have 13 more weeks to go!
After 9 weeks, I’m now able to run a little more than 10kms without feeling like both my legs will fall off. I was able to complete 10km already before I got sick and started the actual training for TBR Dream Marathon, but I’ve always felt so tired after. I’d sleep the whole day, with my muscles feeling like they would burst or something. It would take weeks before I could recover. But it’s not like that anymore. Two days of rest, and I’m fine. I’d even manage to do some chores after, or go out with my husband for our weekend date.
But the best of all, I haven’t had an asthma attack since I started training. I can’t even recall the last time I had an asthma attack. It’s been that long And that’s really an improvement, as I have always had to stock up on asthma meds whenever Christmas is near, or when summer commences. The extreme cold or heat usually makes my lungs go haywire, but not anymore.
Nine weeks in, and yet training for a marathon already changed me. What more when race day comes?
I can’t wait!