
Training Completed.
Race Run.
Milestone Reached.
Bucket List Item Checked.
So now what?
It still feels too soon to start running again today although I know I should probably get out there for a short easy run to loosen up the tightness.
But I'm having trouble getting motivated today.
Actually, I've been feeling a little different since I crossed the finish line ... and not in a good way.
It was very anti-climatic.
Now, don't get me wrong. I know what I did was a great feat of traveling 13.1 under my own power. It's taken me alot to get here and I am darned proud of getting it done! The race was challenging but it did not break my mind or my spirit! I can now say I am stronger than 13.1 Miles!
But as soon as I finished, I realized there was a monster that looms around the corner.
It remained hidden behind the 13.1 because this race came first and I needed to stay focused but now what lies ahead is:

This one I am pretty much doing alone.

My running buddies are excited about doing the ING too but the Half Marathon, they don't think they are ready for the Full yet.
AND WHAT MAKES ME THINK I AM!?!I do know two people who are doing the Full, both acquaintances. One has done lots of marathons before and the other signed up last year and turned at the 13.1 cross over and he has been running and doing TRIS for a while.
WHAT MAKES ME THINK I CAN DO THIS!?!I keep telling myself if the day comes and I don't think I'm ready I can take the turn at 13.1 and live to fight another day ...
BUT I DON'T WANT THAT!?!?!Then I remember:
I have never been the ATHLETE!
I have never been the Lithe Thin Svelte one!
I'm the RUNT OF THE LITTER!
The Chubby Chic!
What am I doing here? Standing at this point, signed up for a Marathon in 11 Weeks.
I HAVE NO RIGHT!?!
... and of course in your darkest moments the light reaches you:
I AM A RUNNER!
By John Bingham, aka “The Penguin” I am a runner because my runs have names. I do tempo runs and threshold runs and fartlek runs. I do long, slow runs and track workouts. My runs are defined, even if my abs are not.
I am a runner because my shoes are training equipment, not a fashion statement. The best shoe for me is the one that makes me a better runner. I choose the shoe that goes with my running mechanics, not with my running outfit.
I am a runner because I don’t’ have running outfits. I have technical shirts and shorts and socks. I have apparel that enhances the experience of running by allowing me to run comfortably. I can say “Coolmax” and “Gore-tex” in the same sentence and know which does what.
I am a runner because I know what effort feels like, and I embrace it. I know when I’m pushing the limits of my comfort and why I’m doing it. I know that heavy breathing and an accelerated heart rate – things I once avoided – are necessary if I want to be a better runner.
I am a runner because I value and respect my body. It will whisper to me when I’ve done too much. And if I choose to listen to that whisper, my body won’t have to scream in pain later on.
I am a runner because I am willing to lay it all on the line. I know that every finish line has the potential to lift my spirits to new highs or devastate me, yet I line up anyway.
I am a runner because I run. Not because I run fast. Not because I run far.
I am a runner because I say I am. And no one can tell me I’m not.
Still have my doubts! I am still afraid! But this CHUBBY CHIC is going doing FIGHTING!?!?!?!