Woohoo! I’m an official member of the double-digit club after finishing a grueling 10 miler yesterday. Not sure if the rules say anything about how many times you have to run double-digits to join the club, but oh well. After such a long, slow, and death-march like of a run … I’m counting myself in.
It was my first double-digit run since last August, and only the second one I’ve ever actually run! My first one was an 11 miler. Crazy, right? Kind of exciting too I suppose. That is, if you like submitting yourselves to more than an hour of running non-stop, winding your way from one side of town to the other, sweating at least a gallon in the mugginess of your so-called summer, and cursing yourself for getting 4 hours of sleep two days before. If you enjoy all, or any, of the above … Then you would’ve enjoyed my 10 mile run yesterday. Not quite saying that the whole run was bad, but honestly? I was tired and ready to be done at mile 6. That being said, the last four miles of hills and random turns to make sure I hit the 10 mile mark was hell. Or pretty close to it!
I’ve always told myself that someday I want to do a half marathon and at least one marathon. Pretty cliché goals since “run a marathon” is popping up on more and more people’s bucket list nowadays, but whatever. Road races are awesome and a marathon sounds like a rewarding experience. I’m mainly amazed by the training and dedication that goes into it, but people knowing that they have to be able to finish 26.2 miles on race day … I’m sure I’d work my butt off in training to make it alive (probably crawling) to the line as well. One of my friends has a smarter approach to the whole marathon dilemma. He says that he wants to run two marathons in his life and that’s it. One to qualify for Boston and the second being Boston itself. After that? No more marathons. Seeing that he’s someone who we recruited to running from football and has been addicted since then, I’d say his plan of two marathons will probably spiral out of control and he’ll end up in one of those running groups called “Marathon Maniacs.” We’ll see. :-)
Anyway, during the run as the miles
stretched themselves out and never ended beeped by on my Garmin, it dawned on me just how crazy 10 miles is. Not to mention that people go twice as far on training runs and ultra-runners would consider upwards of 30 just a warm up run! So as I closed in on hitting the forsaken two digit run, I figured that this was the way to become a member of a club. Not just write your name down on a sheet and maybe show up to meetings, but (depending on the club of course! Focused on running for the main point of my writing here) to put in hard work as well as a good amount of sweat and possibly some tears along the way. That idea spread into a more overall picture. Running, and being considered a runner, is like a big club. A family, actually. There’s thousands of us out there who put in our daily miles, whether we’re breaking into double digits or not, and each of us has our own stories and crazy reasons for why we run. Some are spiritual about it while others started out just to lose weight and had it turn into a new lifestyle. Either way, we all can come together in races, at shoe stores, or even on these blogs and relate to eachother about running. For all you non-runners out there who may be a bit lost at what I’m talking about … Try running. Seriously. Maybe it was just the amount of time I was able to get to myself to think on my long run yesterday, or maybe just lack of sleep getting to me after a tiring day, but running is worth it. It’s a family and a club, all in one. Once a member, always a member. The double-digit club? Just another way to say, “here’s a runner that either wants to enjoy a big bowl of chocolate chip-peanut butter ice cream tonight or is just plain crazy.” Not everyone is in the double-digit club for those reasons, but I’m sure you can guess what motivation I had to finish the run. ;-)
Until next time,