I slipped next to my laptop and accidentally registered for a half marathon….the San Francisco Half Marathon to be precise. My arch-nemesis.
Why do I hold this marathon in such high regard? Because I was in training for it when I got injured last year. It literally broke me. I’ve been in recovery ever since.
Having finally gotten back to some solid running over the last few months, thanks to Operation Move, I’m setting my sights on the future.
In a few short weeks I’ll be in Vancouver, Canada, running a 10km race which will not be a race for me. It will be a plod interspersed with lots of walking breaks and probably a tiny bit of disappointment when I don’t make it anywhere close to my PB time of 52 minutes.
I signed up for that one a couple of weeks into my foray back into running, as a way of staying motivated and having an event to look forward to.
Suffice to say I’m a little worried about running a course I’ve never seen before, in a country I’ve never been to before, in a climate that’s decidedly chillier than I’m used to.
There are so many questions! What do I wear? How do I know I’m not going to be too hot or too cold? The race bans earphones but is that more of a suggestion than a hard and fast rule?
And then there’s the fact that in training I’m still running nine minute intervals. By that I mean I run for nine minutes, walk for one minute and repeat. Even then my longest distance is only about 6km (because I’m hopeless at slowing my pace down).
But I kind of don’t really care to be honest. I’ll get out there and run what I can and walk what I can because I love the race day atmosphere. I love the sense of accomplishment but most of all, I love a medal.
I’ve also just managed to join in with the Oiselle Volee team and I’m hoping to meet a few of them on race day to help ease the nerves.
So the other day when I was scrolling through instagram and saw the post about SF Marathon entry prices increasing the next day, I had a decision to make.
If my visa renewal application gets rejected I won’t be here to run it. If my hip doesn’t hold out through the training schedule, I won’t be able to run it (AGAIN!). But what’s the point of living through a bunch of “what ifs”?
I now hold an entry to the first half marathon… because if I’m going to run SF, it’s going to be over the Golden Gate Bridge and along the coastline. Sure it starts a little early in the day, but so do must of my training runs.
I’ll see you at the starting line!