If we happen to be connected on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram, the cat is a bit out of the bag on this post, but I can dive in to what it felt like to run 10 miles in more detail here.
YES, I RAN 10 MILES ON SATURDAY.
Ten!!!! One year ago, I was preparing for my first-ever 5K, and now, this.
I successfully completed the Soldier Field 10 Mile race in Chicago, which is the coolest fucking race I’ve done so far. Expensive? You bet ($70 for early bird registration), but it is 100% worth it.
Why would something that sounds like torture and cost that much money be worth it?
YOU FINISH ON THE 50 YARD LINE OF SOLDIER FIELD.
Even this Packers fan thinks that’s awesome.
A week before the race, I was having a lot of doubt, battling some calf tightness/pain and general stamina issues, perhaps due to switching to a more Paleo/gluten-free lifestyle. So my goal was honestly just to finish, and not even think about time (although under a 12 minute mile would have made me happy).
And, I finished and with an official time of 1:55:26, averaging an 11:30 mile.
My body needed to run on every single cylinder and it did. It felt amazing and so empowering.
The entire time, I just kept thinking in blocks of time so it didn’t feel overwhelming. Run 5, walk 2, eat every 45 minutes and just chill out. And take deep breaths.
When I hit mile 8, I started struggling. I was feeling tired, dizzy, and thinking OMG I ONLY HAVE TWO LEFT, TWO LEFT!??! THIS ISN’T OVER YET? So, that’s when I started telling myself, “YOU CAN DO THIS.”
And when I hit mile 9, I had to really tell myself that. People were screaming “keep going,” but if I needed to walk, I did. I was gonna keep going, I just had to pace myself. Because when I turned the corner and saw the Soldier Field concourse, it was on. I started cheering with others running beside me because I could see it.
I could see the light leading to the field and hear people leaning over that entry screaming for the runners, banging against the overhang to cheer us on and it was the coolest fucking thing.
And hearing them screaming gave me the last kick of energy I needed because I TOOK OFF for the finish line, cutting around people and just pushing my legs and body faster than I thought I could after everything they had done already.
And then it was over. I got my medal and I felt this overwhelming sense of pride.
I did it.
Marathon training starts this week, but I’m taking a few days off to just relax and chill out before the discipline starts up again.