Unexpected Miles

Since the temperature is slowly starting to drop, I figure it was time to start my long runs. I dread waking up at 6am on a Saturday to run 6+ miles. As much as I hate getting up that early and running on a Saturday, when I’m finished I feel great.

I have not officially adopted a training plan for my next half marathon. My goal is to finish in under 2 hours. After researching tons of different training plans, I decided to make my own…sort of. I plan on running 3 short runs during the weekdays, a long run on the weekend, and cross training in between. Slowly increasing the mileage of my long runs. With that being said…

Last weekend was my first long run in about six or seven months. I ran 6.5 miles, which I stopped a couple of times along the way. I figured each week I would bump up my mileage by a 1/2 mile or 1 mile. Therefore this past weekend I had planned on running 7. There was a 15k race in town on Sunday and I had a ton of friends that were going to be running in it. I didn’t sign up for it, because I knew I wasn’t ready to run 9.3 miles. I planned doing my long run with my friends during their race. What better way to put in miles than to run and cheer your friends on during their race.

Saturday, I found out that a friend was not going to be able to run in the race. After a split second decision, I bought his bib and was entered into the race. I just signed up to run 9 miles, when I barely ran 6.5 last weekend… what was I thinking?

Pre-Race Picture

The morning of the race was quite cool, but once the sun came out and the humidity began to rise it was brutal. The first 5 miles wasn’t too bad, but with the temperature getting hotter my pace was starting to slow. I stopped and walked quite a few times. I didn’t want to push my self too hard. I feel as though I’m finally able to run injury free for the first time in months and I was not going to get injured by pushing myself for a race I never planned on running.

Approaching the finish line, I knew that 90% of my running friends were finished and had probably already showered and cleaned off. But I didn’t care because I had just unexpectedly ran 9.3 miles. “Run and not grow weary” is a common quote I repeat to myself during race. “but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength, they will sore high on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint” Isaiah 40:31.  Thankful God has given me the ability to run, and I praise Him every time he helps me cross that finish line.


The Wilmington Road Runners

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