First off, thank you so much for all the tweets, Facebook messages, emails, etc I received on my last post regarding same-sex couples raising children. The support means the world to me.
Lately, I’ve been craving running.
Maybe it’s because the weather is becoming colder, in fact we just had our first snow fall the other day. We’ve had some “snow” earlier this year, but I did not count it since nothing stuck! Besides the fact that I hate driving in it, it was a welcomed change.
You may know this, but I started running back in 2008. I ran a 5K in Bethesda, MD when I lived in DC. At that time, I trained using the Couch to 5K program, which I highly recommend for new runners. After that, I quickly caught the running bug and signed up for the Cherry Blossom 10-mile run. I trained for that race honestly and the best way I knew how. I used the beginners program and ran by time. It worked for me, because I was still so new at it.
my first 5K in 2008
I recall running that 10 miler and how I felt. I remember running, so gracefully and happily around our monuments that when I saw the 5K mark, I was in awe because it didn’t feel like I ran 3 miles yet! Everything was flying by.
Later, I hit the 10K mark and still, everything seemed perfect. I had my runners high, and I felt like I was on top of the world.
Around mile 8 is when disaster struck. My feet started hurting in the worst possible way. Being a newbie runner, I had no idea what was going on. It felt like I was running after a full night of dancing in the most uncomfortable heels you could imagine.
It was much later, after the race that started off wonderfully and ended horribly, that I learned I needed to bigger shoe size. I was only wearing 1/2 shoe size up from my regular size, which was not enough to accommodate long distances. It was a sad, rookie error.
Still though, I look back at that race with wonder. I was on top of the world before my shoe troubles hit me. And while I have completed other long distances races (George Washington Parkway 10 miler and the Pittsburgh Half Marathon), I’ve always wanted to have the same feeling with another 10-miler. The George Washington Parkway 10 Miler was not that race for me and neither was the Pittsburgh Half. Two springs ago when I completed those races, I was burned out. Burned out of running and of myself. I have learned so much since then, and I want to try again.
So in my quest to duplicate that similar feeling of the Cherry Blossom of 2008, I decided to register for another race: The Cleveland 10 Miler.
Oh baby, yes.
This is my race. I can feel it. This race will be my gateway to running again… and if all goes well, I think I have a 200-mile relay on my schedule for October 2012 with some dirty Cleveland runners. That my friends, will be an experience in and of itself. More on that later.