Welcome to the 10th installment of the I'm a Runner Series. Haven't read the others? Find them all below.
I'm a Runner
Susan Tirch, Living in REAL reality, 37 Texas
I used to think running 5 miles was a long run. After marathon training 5 miles became short runs and I'd find myself saying things like "just 15 miles". Funny how everything is relative. If I really sit and think about it, I realize 5 miles is damn far! That's 26,400 feet or about that many strides if you consider my stride length. HA!
A year ago I was having a cortisone shot injected into my shoulder. Not to be outdid, I was sure to wreck my face yesterday so I could have another picture of myself in a hospital gown.
Psychologically, I do my best runs whenever the temperature is just right (50s) and the sun is shining. It's hard to be "mad" about a run when the weather is just so.
Last sumer, I thought I would die from heat exhausting. Training for a fall marathon through the heat of the Texas summer was not a smart idea and one I don't want to have to do again. However, unless I move (not likely), I'll be training for NYC marathon, either this year or next, in the same dreaded weather conditions.
My daughter Ella (age 6) has been inspired by my running and has already run her first 5K. She'll complete here second this upcoming weekend when our family runs The Color Run.
When I run, I just want to be comfortable. There is absolutely nothing worse than a wardrobe malfunction while running. So I've got to make sure "the girls" are locked and loaded and there is no room for chaffing.... ANYWHERE!
I have my phone with me on every run as it doubles as my iPod and I need it in case of emergency. I'm guessing if I fell over dead and wasn't wearing my road ID my mom would be the first one they'd call. Everyone has "mom" in their phone right?
The best part of running my first marathon was the sense of accomplishment. There is nothing like your first. You go in not knowing if you can do it, and come out realizing you can do it... and ANYTHING else you ever dream of doing.
My first marathon got rough, around mile 15. Well I guess it had been rough miles 1 to 15 as it was VERY hilly and I started cursing under my breath that if there was one more hill, I was going to cause the race officials bodily harm. Luckily mile 16 brought no more hills and I was able to finish without having to hurt anyone.
During marathon training I feel like I was given one of the most special gifts of my lifetime and that was a bond with my friend Bianca that can never be broken or taken away. It's hard to describe, but when you log that many miles together, talking the whole way, a special bond is formed.
After my first marathon I felt incredibly sick and wound up having the stomach flu. Needless to say, that was NOT fun, like at all!
If I say to myself, "I don't feel like running today," I'll remind myself how it feel when I'm unable to run or think or those who would love to but can't. I also only except VALID excuses from myself for not working out. Just not feeling like it isn't good enough.