WOD, repeat daily for 3 weeks:
-Worry about someone more than they worry about themselves
-Let your heart break
And boom, 15 lbs gone like nothing.
that was fun.
Yesterday I ran a 1/2 marathon, my very first, and I can say with absolute certainty that is something I never thought I’d be able to say in my life.
I was the kid who dreaded the 1 mile run in junior high and high school gym class. I struggled to run a single, solitary mile in less than 12 minutes and would spend the whole day embarrassed and feeling like a failure.
I always thought I would need to be at my goal weight before I could even consider running 13.1 miles in one go (PS— I’m still not at my “ideal weight”, and could stand to lose 25 lbs).
I have never exercised with a goal in mind other than “do this in order to lose weight”. This time around, my goal was to finish this race and prove myself wrong….that was it.
I have never looked at my body in terms of function rather than form. It used to be “my body is worth what it looks like” and now it feels much more like “my body is worth what it can do”. It’s really hard to hate yourself and your body when you realize what it is capable of doing.
I ran for 2 hours and 30 minutes. Looking back on it today, it feels like a total blur but I remember a few instances of “holy shit this is insane, I am running 13 miles through the middle of Chicago” and “holy shit, I am dragging around legs of lead and would very much like to be done now”.
I had moments where I hated training, hated figuring out routes to take and how to stay hydrated, hated waking up early on Saturday to get out and run. I had moments where I was on top of the world, aching legs were a fantastic prize I’d earned, and I was my own hero.
Yesterday I ran a 1/2 marathon, and it was the best worst thing I have ever done for myself.
Oh hi, don’t mind me. Just back from my 2nd to last taper run of 1/2 marathon training (2 miles in 18 min and it’s 85 out/feels like 93). I was relishing in how sweaty I got when I caught a glimpse of my arms in the mirror. I rarely feel happy with how I look, so I feel almost no shame in saying holy shit everyone, come and buy a ticket to the gun show.
I ran 9.5 miles a few weekends ago in the rain—my shoes and feet got soaked accordingly, and I ended up with a huge blister on the ball of my foot. It popped, I ran 10 last weekend and it re-blistered on top of itself? It’s like blister inception over here and it’s miserable.
What do you guys do to treat/prevent big ol’ blisters when you run? I’m not wearing cotton socks and someone suggested smearing Vaseline on my feet but that’s been nothing but messy.
Hit me up with your best cures/prevention!