Mini Blog 1/many, hopefully

My life has forever been split into two eras: before I ran a marathon, and after I ran a marathon.

After spending an entire summer beating my body up for the sense of glory (and Instagram likes), I have been spending the last 4 months or so resting my body. I slowly worked my way back into working out by taking boxing classes, following along to yoga videos on YouTube, and feebly forcing my legs to remember how to run again (the last one, regrettably, is still a work in progress).

Whenever I took a new class, the instructor would go through their usual spiel: this is the class, here’s what you’ll have to do, do you have any injuries?

“Well, I just ran my first marathon,” hold for applause, “so I have a few running injuries, but I think I should be able to manage!”

As I struggled my way through upper! body!! work, the negative thoughts inevitably swirled through my head, “You’re weak! You have no arm or back strength! You can’t do anything!”

… which were immediately countered with, “Wait, what the fuck, I just ran a marathon, I can do something.”

… which then turned into, “Huh, I ran a marathon before I could do a full push up.”

… which then turned into, “Huh, is that how I’m measuring my life now?”

The Year I Became a “Runner”


On January 10, 2016, I made the mistake of signing up for the B.A.A. Distance Medley. The Medley, organized by the Boston Athletic Association (the same people behind the famed Boston Marathon!), consists of three races yearly: a 5K in mid-April, a 10K at the end of June, and a half marathon in mid-October.

At this point, the longest race I had ever “run” was a 5K, which I admittedly struggled to get through without stopping to catch my breath. Signing up for the Medley was my new year’s resolution – I had put down more than $200 hoping that the price would finally motivate me to get off my butt and actually train for a race.

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