I’m not sure how I manage to get talked into these things – but this is the third year in a row that I will be completing a half marathon. And the third year in a row that it will not be the Wine Country Half Marathon in the Willamette Valley of Oregon. I must be really dumb, because if I’m going to walk 13.1 miles in one fell swoop, there should at least be a wine tasting at the end.
The half marathon is next weekend, and it is a fundraiser for Girls on the Run, which is a non-profit program that supports girls in developing self-esteem and a feeling that they can be whatever they want to be, through healthy lifestyles and running. I suppose if I’m going to torture myself – it might as well be for a good cause! I do have high hopes that this will be a fun half marathon at least, because they are advertising the chocolate mile (where you get chocolate at a certain point!) and tiaras.
Yesterday after work my friend Shelley and I set out for our last long training walk before the race. 10 miles! When we set out, it was sunny and warm. I knew we’d be getting back after dark, so I brought my flashlight. And we walked… We talked about all the usual subjects – work, kids, cats, spouses, friends, annoyances… Somewhere around mile 5, we were all caught up on life and getting bored. We tried coming up with entertaining things to talk about – but after 8 hours at work and 6 miles down, we were failing.
Somewhere around mile 7, we were getting tired. During the same 7th mile, it got dark. At least the moon was stunning – because the walk kind of sucked at that point. We had an extensive discussion about what we would be eating, if only we weren’t stupid enough to walk 10 miles. We went through our list of wants: beer, massage, chiropractor, hot bath… and wine of course! Pumpkin bread was in there too. The 8th mile we spent talking about how many miles we had left.
Mile 9 was that big hill! And we talked about that one time I got attacked by the owl. Yep! Once when Shelley and I were walking, early in the morning before the sun came up, an owl swooped down and grabbed my head! I was wearing a hat, so it didn’t hurt, but it sure scared me half to death! So, that was a plus… last night I was not attacked by an owl! And mile 10 – at least the end of it – was awesome! Because we were done!
I would like to say next weekend will be different – that walking 13.1 miles will be a breeze. But I’m sure we’ll be bored, tired and in pain. But in the end I can say I did it again!