Things...have been motoring along. PT sessions have moved to monthly, but I think my last one is next month (my bank account is delighted). Got a check up with the sports medicine Dr. this week but I'm not sweating it. As of last Friday, my PT has given me the running green light to add on mileage to my 30 minute runs. In other words, Shelly, you know that marathon you've been thinking about training for? Let's go ahead and start that, mmm K?
Am I ready for 18 weeks of training? Blah. What a commitment, but immediately, my mind jumps to researching marathons in the Fall and a couple of them catch my eye. That's the glamorous part because you can pick almost anywhere to run. Running is popular these days... But, I'm not sure my body is ready for the 'pad, pad, pad' of my feet on the pavement. I'm not sure my brain is ready for the discipline. I'm not sure I'm ready to give up my free time for this...
And I will be starting it off with at least one handicap: my SI joint. It's still irritable if left to its own devices, and I have to wear my maternity belt
most of the time. My PT did reveal to me that I need to wear it for the NEXT YEAR... she just kind of
sssslid that little piece of information into our last conversation, "So, after a about a year commitment with your SI Joint Band, you'll be stable enough--(
Wait, what? Year what?)
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But don't get me wrong, I will work very hard to do everything she tells me. I'm lazy at times, sure, but I'm trying to make a go at this. I think it takes just a touch of crazy, though, to commit to a marathon. The training plan looks harmless, but you don't actually run the 26.1 miles until race day. Maybe I'm reaching for the stars here, rather than just the moon, but isn't a component of life about making possible the impossible, especially when the odds aren't in your favor? I think about those people that run marathons in costumes! Itchy, stifling, carpet-like costumes. If I'm crazy, what are they?
