It was raining outside, so I hesitated. My knee finally felt better, but I wondered if the pain would return. How my sister and her husband convinced me to do this I can’t say. I supposed “The Challenge” appealed to me in some way at the time. Maybe I was inspired by my father completing his first ever Ironman or perhaps I had lofty dreams of conquering certain struggles.
|Staredown with the deer. I wasn’t sure they were going to let me by.|
Running has never been my thing. A couple years ago my family convinced me to participate in the 5km run for the IceMan. It was fun, but I didn’t continue running regularly afterwards because of pains that plagued me.
I started running regularly again but I’ve hesitated to write about “The Challenge” on this blog because it seems so ridiculous and unachievable at this point. I have registered, along with my sister and her husband, to be part of a relay team for The Penticton Challenge. My portion of the relay is the 43km run, the marathon.
|Low quality picture from my phone. It was raining and getting dark on my run tonight.|
In the last two months I’ve worked up to running 5km without breaks. It hasn’t been easy. I’ve been plagued by sore everything. I won’t bore you with the list of sore body parts, I’ll reserved that for the physiotherapist. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.
I’m beginning to understand that training for the marathon will be a journey with highs and lows. One high is that I get to listen to Mumford & Sons’ new Babel album uninterrupted several times a week – yay! At this point I am unsure if I will be able to complete the journey… which explains my hesitation… but I’ll give it my best.