This week was pretty good, barring a few issues. I’m beginning to remember that marathon training is really just about going with the ebbs and flow. There might be a perfect week and there might be a horrible week, but most weeks are going to be somewhere in between.
It was April of 2017, and I had been living in LA for just three weeks. I was at the Festival of Books in line to meet marathon runner Shalane Flanagan, and I heard the girl in front of me in line say that she lived in my neighborhood. Moving somewhere were you have no friends makes you incredibly ballsy, so I struck up a conversation. I mentioned I wanted to find a running club, and she suggested November Project.
This week was a bit of a wash with regards to workouts, but the first half was good! I’ve definitely noticed that having Bri training for the marathon with me has been great for accountability and keeping me to my word. But then there’s times like this weekend and we also talk each other out of workouts. It’s a balancing act!
This week was pretty good! I got off to a rough start on Monday, and I really didn’t want to work out given that I had a bad day. I decided to push past it and workout anyway. A lot of traffic meant I couldn’t squeeze in my planned run before class, so I figured I’d go to the boot camp class at the gym anyway. Then the teacher didn’t show up! I decided to do the elliptical machine, but I didn’t have my headphones, and I lasted about five minutes before giving up and going home. It was a good faith effort.
When I first started running, I devoured running blogs. I loved reading people’s training logs, their race recaps, and their emotions about the whole process. But there was one problem: all of these people were a lot faster than me. I wanted to read someone who was more like me: not a speedster, but plodding along day after day, trying her best. So I decided it’d be up to me.
It’s been three weeks, and the marathon still feels like something that didn’t quite happen. And yet it did happen. If you had told me five years ago that I was going to run a marathon, I likely would never have believed you. I was completely inactive, stressed out, and it was never diagnosed, but I believe I had untreated depression. Running even 2 miles seemed like way too much.