Training for the Ragnar Relay Wasatch Back
This year I’m going to run in the 2010 Ragnar Relay Wasatch Back.
Next year I want my husband to throw my running shoes at me. All of them. The old pairs, the new pairs, the ones he has in his closet. ALL OF THEM. Just to remind me what I dislike about running.
I don’t seem to do courageous things unless other people are doing them, like my friends. Skiing? Because my husband does and friends do. Mountain biking? Same answer. Running? Now, that, I’m not sure. Some of my friends run and my sister runs too. And why do I? Because I want to see if I can run as good as they do.
Athleticism has never been a strength of mine growing up. I was perfectly happy curled up on my bed reading the latest “Babysitters Club” book, or some other teen novel. This, of course, meant I resembled a pillow. Smooshy. After growing up and realizing that chocolate chip cookies and lemonade aren’t the correct after-school snack, I lost a lot of that weight by eating right and exercising.
As I’ve reached my 30′s, I’ve started pushing myself to do things that I used to think, “there’s no way I could do that.” Last year I ran the Salt Lake City Half Marathon. This year my new quest is the Wasatch Back Ragnar Relay. I signed up with 12 people and demanded that I get the easiest legs.
With that said, the training has begun. I now remember why I hate committing myself to long term goals or projects. A few weeks in, the novelty wears off, and what once seemed fun is tedious and time consuming. Going for a run isn’t simple. I have to have the iPod synced and charged. I can’t be too hungry or too full. The shoes need to be tied just right. Sunglasses – don’t forget those when running into the setting sun. Oh the things that I need to be comfortable. Tissues are stuffed up my sleeves because I can’t seem to do a snot rocket without making a horrible mess.
I’ve hit the road and there’s no turning back. I mean, I could totally puss out but that’s lame since I already paid my $100 to be a part of the team, “Chafing Tail.” Barring any horrible injuries, I’m gonna nut up and get going with this training. Catch you next week.