Well, here it is. My first blog entry, after weeks of procrastination, and mostly, weeks of me banging my head against the wall trying to decide: 5K or half marathon.
Last year, I ran the 5K and loved every minute of it. This year I want to challenge myself a bit more, but am scared I won’t make the half marathon goal. And being the competitive person I am, not meeting my goal will be a big let down. I keep longing for a 10K, a nice spot in the middle of this whole Eugene Marathon madness. But alas, it's not there, it won't be there tomorrow... or the next day... or the next. So I apologize for the delay in my blogging! But the lack of writing, comes from the inability to commit to the half or the 5K. So that's what I want to write about today.
When I was younger... I used to play competitive soccer. I even played on a women's semi-pro team in the Bay Area (California) before there was a short lived women's pro league. My oldest brother, one of my best friends, played soccer professionally, so on rare occasions, he would take me to any local field to train me. One day, when I was training for a try-out with one of the best teams in the area he said "Meghan, you are always going to have to train twice as much, twice as hard and twice as often than most people if you want to make the team." It was the truth, I was never as fast as the other girls my age, and truthfully bigger than most girls my age.
So I take that saying with me wherever I go. Which is why I think I always seem to exceed, then fail... exceed then fail at running. I train twice as hard, then I burn out and stop for a month or two, then my "self" competitiveness gets me and I start all over again. That's where I’m at now. Last month, I ran up to 6.1 miles, no problem. Then I just got bored of training and stopped, but with the Marathon looming, I know I have to work to do, and a decision to make. So now I'm trying to get back in the saddle. But this time, I'm telling myself I can do it.... and finish it.