Around Christmas 2012, my brother told me he was running a half marathon the following summer. I remember him wearing some new blue workout pants and they looked pretty sweet. I like new gear, but I wasn’t going to buy workout pants without working out. And I didn’t work out. I thought he was crazy. But apparently that conversation planted a seed.
Fast forward a couple of months to February (the absolute nicest month in Michigan – you know, the one where the sun never peeks out of the cloud and there’s usually a foot of snow on the ground) and the seed germinated. I thought, eh, I’ll run the half marathon too. After all, they give you a beer at the end of the race. All I have to do is go out and run 6 miles today. Then 7 next week. Then 8, etc.
Why did I need to run during the week? One long run during the weekend would be great, right?
That first 6 miles was brutal and I averaged something like 12:30/mi. I made it through the 7 miler, the 8 miler, the 9 miler … well, lots of black ice on the roads so I skipped that one, the 10 miler and the 11 miler.
And that’s when I got pneumonia.
I didn’t run again for about a month, but one week before the race I ran 8 miles. BAM! I’m good right?
Mid summer 2013 – race day comes, it was in Columbus – the Capital City half Marathon. Macklemore had me all jacked up. We sang the National Anthem. Everyone was Boston Strong. And there were pyrotechnics. I was going to crush this.
Things were great for 8 miles and then BAM. I hit the wall. Hard. I struggled through the next couple of miles and then saw runners ahead finishing. But I had to turn away from the finish line and run the opposite direction. That really took the wind out of my sails. I still had another 3 to go. But I chugged along and finished.
I walked away from the finish line, feet killing me, finisher’s medal around my neck – towards a beer and a fried bologna sandwich. I was hooked.
And that’s how this journey began.
That’s me – the one w/o the sweet mustache. By the way, check out that sweet cat shirt on the dude behind my brother. I just noticed that – that made my night.