I hit the pavement for the first time yesterday since completing the Austin Tough Mudder event. It’s amazing how fast 2 weeks can fly by when you’re not actively training for something. You keep telling yourself things like “Tonight!” and then when tonight comes it’s “Okay, tomorrow then…” and then tomorrow morning comes and since you don’t sleep more than an hour at a time, you’re all “Hahaha, yeah, right, snorrrrrrrre,” and then evening comes and there’s work and grocery shopping and fatigue and “Uhhhh, no.”
I keep having to remind myself that I completed “probably the toughest event on the planet.” I can do anything now! Single handedly carry in all those groceries? Pshaw. I carried logs in Tough Mudder, fool! Get the Halloween decorations out of the attic? Puh-lease. Your rickety ladder doesn’t scare this Tough Mudder. Take 3 kids to the pediatrician? Seriously? I’m a Tough Mudder! (Okay full disclosure, that one still scares me a little bit.)
My running history is a bit spotty. It all started in high school when we were required to run an 8 minute mile in order to ever see the volleyball court. I ran my butt off all summer before practices started and still only made it to 8:17 before I got cut in favor of those who were taller and looked better in Spandex shorts.
After years of running on and off I decided to run an 8k Turkey Trot race with my sister in law Michelle when we went to visit them in North Carolina for Thanksgiving in 2007. I ran and ran and ran to get up to the 5ish mile mark, and then…I got pregnant. With twins. And while I continued to exercise throughout my (high risk)(and painful) pregnancy, the race was off, and the gym membership was sadly cancelled shortly before the girls were born.
In the 4 and a half years since, I’ve continued to have an on again/off again romance with running. I tell myself just about every year that I’m going to run the Capital 10k, a wacky and fun annual race here in Austin, but I have never signed up. Turns out that’s one of the most important steps. And last year a handful of my friends and acquaintances finished 13.1 miles in the 3M Half Marathon before I had even finished my morning coffee. Show offs. But I realized once they were out there that I wanted to be a part of something like that too. I wanted to challenge myself.
History and fatigue be damned, I have to get back out there. Getting back into the workout zone for Tough Mudder felt so good after about 5 years of not being able to work out consistently, or at least not really wanting to. And it felt even better to see my hard work pay off as I was able to pull myself up over walls and climb over monstrous stacks of hay bales. It’s much easier to push myself when I have an event to work towards.
And that’s one of the very reasons I committed to running the ZOOMA Texas Half Marathon in March 2013 at the Hyatt Lost Pines Resort and Spa. Other reasons may or may not include that I am crazy, I am a lunatic, or I am a glutton for punishment. But whatever I am, I AM running that race. And not only am I running it, but I’m also an OFFICIAL ZOOMA RACE AMBASSADOR [booming announcer voice, caps lock, and implied importance all mine]. So you get to follow me on my journey through working my way up to 13.1 miles, which doesn’t really sound like that much, but then when I’m out on a 4 mile run and then think of having to run 9 more? I kinda want to puke.
The best part is that I won’t be doing it alone. We have a great lineup of ambassadors for this race, including my good friend and fellow blogger Missy. We’ve both determined that we are extremely slow, so there’s that.
Won’t you join us? You don’t have to be slow like us. You don’t have to be fast. Just BE at the Hyatt Lost Pines Resort and Spa on Saturday, March 23, 2013 to run with us. Just take a tip from me and register before hand. It’ll be fun, I promise!