A few weeks back, I ran a half-marathon.
I ran it in one hour, 49 minutes.
I haven’t run since. Not that I don’t like running, it’s just I set a goal to run a half-marathon, I trained hard for it, dedicated myself, ran it in good time, and now it’s on to other aspects of my life. Like teaching. Fall semester just started at the university, where I teach 4 sections of fitness classes, so that will become my daily workout, more or less.
Here are a few things I learned from my half-marathon experience:
1. Running can be fun. For some people. I always ran with my IPOD and listening to music, podcasts, ect. so I always felt I accomplished a little more than working out. To be honest, even after this experience, I’ve learned that I actually don’t enjoy running that much. I enjoy it a lot more than I ever did. That said, it’s still work, not really all that fun. And I like variety. So running day in a day out, well lets just say, thank goodness for my IPOD and the ability to run outdoors.
2. Running 25-30 miles a week forced me to eat even more. And I didn’t like it. I felt like I had to eat ALL of the time! I would eat dinner, than afterwards, I finish it off with a huge bowl of cereal. My stomach was full but I needed more calories. Nursing and running to and fro after my kids all day long didn’t help matters any. 4,000 calories a day isn’t what it’s cracked up to be! I much prefer eating like a normal person. I’ll stick to 2,500 calories a day, thank you.
3. Running, while in a race, is different from running for fun. Lots more adrenaline involved.
4. Training for a half-marathon, seriously, takes A LOT of time. Don’t know if I like devoting that much time to just one thing, but it was a good thing for me do over the summer months when things were a bit more open and at least I could run outside.
There I am, so happy (an understatement) to finally being done with the race! I’m in the purple tank top. Running a half-marathon is much like childbirth–a horrificly painful experience, followed by the elation of knowing you’re done and that you’ve created something wonderful. In this case, I created an experience that I can look back on and be proud.
My mantra, that I kept repeating to myself throughout the race: “I don’t care how you feel, run, run hard, and don’t stop ’til you’re done.”
These crazy people are the reason I ran the race in the first place. I got suckered in, though glad I did, because sometimes all you need is some positive peer pressure to get you to do things that you wouldn’t otherwise do. Pictured here are my brothers, my sister (next to me, and also vegan), my sister-in-law (in the pink), and my brother-in-law (the one behind my sister). I’m proud of the fact that of everyone, I got the best time (I’ve earned bragging rights, haven’t I?). It was so much fun running it with everyone, a great experience I definitely want to do again, maybe next summer. I love these people!
Switching gears drastically, I wanted to share some pics from a recent fancy schmanzy dinner my husband and I attended. It was held at the Grand America in Salt Lake City for a group of attorneys and spouses. A lot of vegetarians say they’d like to be vegan, but it’s just so hard, especially when eating out. It’s true, you can go most anywhere and there’s bound to be a vegetarian option. But vegetarian option is generally code for: smothered in cheese, butter, oil, and/or eggs.
So here is evidence that you CAN eat vegan, wherever you go. In fact, in this case, I think my dish was leaps and bounds cooler than two slabs of flesh and a scoop of potatoes.