I just had coffee with a friend who will be running her first marathon next weekend. As we talked about the in’s and out’s of preparing for this momentous occasion, I had flashbacks of what it felt like preparing for my own first marathon. I remember that whirlwind of mixed emotions like it was yesterday. The conglomeration of exhileration, self-doubt, fear, and pride. The agonizing over my outfit, the poring over weather forecasts, the back and forth over fuel options and travel accomodations.
Looking back, I’m glad I planned out each detail…because I ended up racing in a 40 degree, 4 hour rain storm. And, despite the monsoon and an injury that rivaled child-birthing, I look back fondly on that day. When I crossed that finish line, I beat the self-destructing part of me, the part that places limits and saps energy and loves to tear the rest of me down. I crossed that finish line, come hell or high water (Turned out to be both, in my case). When that happened, I proved to myself that I was stronger than I had ever considered before.
Awhile back, I wrote about the things I would have done differently on that day, and the things I believe I got right. I thought it would be worth bringing back, for my friend, and for others approaching their first marathon: First Marathon: My Do’s and Dont’s
You may also want to check out my friend’s awesome and witty running blog: http://www.fortybaby.blogspot.com
Happy Marathoning! You WILL cross that finish line, hopefully with no hell or high water in sight. 🙂