When a novice trains for a half-marathon, it can become the topic of her life and everyone else’s. That’s because, other than maybe childbirth, she’s never attempted anything as grueling. She’s impressed with herself for signing up and obsessed about not slipping up. She can make any conversation relate to the HM or training for it because her life revolves around it. Yes, my MORE Half-Marathon journey has become a family affair and I’m the only one running.
The other day, my son asked, “Why are you so dressed up?”
A friend followed up with, “You look beautiful.”
I had on black jeans and a turtleneck. That’s when I realized my HM prep had trickled into every part of my life. Over the last 27 weeks, when I haven’t been working out, I’ve been talking about it, whining about it, or dressing for it. Family and friends have been called upon for advice, reassurance, and company. And most of the time spent with them, I’ve been wearing something laced with spandex. A fashion disaster and HM-absorbed conversationalist, it’s a miracle I haven’t driven everyone to running...the other way.
So, with one week to go, what will happen when the big race is over? I’ll continue my routine, albeit toned down, but what I’m really looking forward to is “dressing up” in my black jeans and (fingers crossed) bragging (a lot) about being a half-marathoner.
Hope to see you at the HM! —Nancy