A few weeks ago I was able to run a marathon. I was never a runner growing up. I didn’t start running until after my 4th son was born. I started running last August as a way to get out of the house and be able to have some time to myself.
I started out by running 1 1/2 miles to 2 miles a day. After doing that for a week I wanted to see if I could do 3 or 4 miles. After running 4 miles a day for a week my awesome husband suggested that I should run a marathon! I loved running so I signed up for the Salt Lake Marathon. I was nervous to run the 26.2 miles when the most I had run was only 4 maybe 5 miles. I looked up different running schedules that I could use as a guide to see where I should be at in order to achieve my goal of finishing the marathon.
As time went on life got busy with a baby that was going through separation anxiety and my husband having to work more hours. I wasn’t training like I thought I should have been. I had days where I skipped my run because there wasn’t enough time in the day.
We purchased a treadmill so that I could run at home while my baby was asleep. With the treadmill I was able to do the short runs at home. On Saturday mornings I would wake up early and go for my long runs. My longest run before the marathon was 20 miles.
The week before the marathon I rested. We drove up to Utah the day before the race. I was really nervous having doubts that I would be able to finish. My husband told me that he knew that I could do it. The night before the marathon we went to Olive Garden so that I could carb load.
The next day I ran the marathon. It was the hardest thing that I have ever done. I knew that I could do it and that my family would be waiting for me at the finish line. I was able to run and enjoy the beauty around me and I finished the race.