Becoming the Person You Hate

Well I officially became the person I hate. Sort of.

Two weeks ago, my friend Sara emailed me in regards to her marathon with TNT - she is running the San Francisco Marathon in October. Sara and I have trained for two (maybe three) marathons together and she is just a really GOOD person. She is one of those people that just are so nice that you want to be around them because they make you a better person.

So we were emailing back and forth and she invited me out to the team training run and I accepted (without knowing what the mileage was going to be - um, first mistake there). I haven't run with the team in a LONG time and it feels like forever since I had seen Sara so I decided that there was no reason for me to say no... oh wait. Except for the fact that the team was running 10 miles. Yes, 10. As in, one more than nine and eight more than I have run in about 2 years.

Not wanting to back down I warned Sara that I might die. Actually keel over and die - I hadn't run that much since my last marathon back in Oct 2009 (holy crap has it been that long?!). I have tried to commit to running but just like dating, I just can't seem to follow through. I get bored, scared, tired, whatever -- (yes - still talking about running here, not guys) Oh and wait, let's not forget the small issue of my blood clot and the ho. I've had so much trouble in 2011 with my stupid leg that running has been a difficult thing for me.

Needless to say, I was a little bit intimidated... but Sara was confident that I could do it.

That Saturday morning, I woke up, drove to Bethesda, met the team and ran. And I finished. I didn't die (obviously) and I actually had fun (GASP!). It was a BEAUTIFUL morning and it was just wonderful to catch up with Sara. It was actually a good time.

So, with that said, on that Saturday, I officially became the person I hate - the person who can just wake up and run 10 miles. Now granted there should be an asterisk to it because I have done a little running (not more than 3 miles on the treadmill) but who cares - I did it.

And you never know where that Saturday will lead me... maybe back to San Francisco?