Soon, I will turn 30. On one hand, this doesn't bother me at all because at heart I am an 80 year old (I enjoy crocheting and quilting. I have little interest in the ways of people my age such as partying, going out, spending gobs of money, dressing to the 9's, listening to certain music, etc. I prefer staying at home. I enjoy church. I enjoy reading.). But on the other hand, it is certainly a reality check that in the blink of an eye 10 years of my life passed by.
My 20's were busy years. College. College again. Broke and working two jobs. Big Girl Job. Bought my first car. Finding Jesus. Meeting, dating, getting engaged, and marrying my husband. Uprooting my entire life because I got married. Depression. Changing careers. Buying a house. Adopting 2 dogs. Learning to quilt. Becoming an aunt, twice. Making positive progress in the relationship with my mother. Lost a bunch of weight. Gained a bunch of weight. Matured. Began to accept myself for who I was and stopped trying so hard to fit in with the 'cool kids.' Began retirement planning. Lost friends. Gained friends. Reconnected with other friends. Took little trips. Took big trips.
As you can see, it's understandable why they passed by so quickly.
But as I'm preparing mentally and emotionally to enter my 30s, I really want to do something "big" for my first year in my new decade. But I wasn't really sure what that was going to be.
Then an old friend posted about her experience running the Marine Corps Marathon. She posted pictures. Stories of successes and failures. She posted about her training. She shared the video of the race starting. And I was hooked.
So I have decided that for my 30th year of life, I am going to train for a marathon.
I run 2mi at a time right now and found the 5k I ran three weeks ago to be miserable.
I'll give you a moment to fully absorb how ridiculous my goal is....
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Yeah. Ridiculous, right?
Ha. I think it is myself. Yet it's something I want to do.
I won't be able to run it on my 30th birthday, as that is in less than 2 months. But I think it's realistic to have it as a goal to meet during my 30th year of life. If it's the Marine Corps Marathon, that gives me a full year.
I have considered downgrading my goal to running a half marathon in my 30th year of life. And that might be what actually happens. But it just doesn't feel like the right goal. So I don't know.
I'm a bit terrified of this goal. Fearful it will be like so many others where I start strong and then just fade out. So I haven't given it much life to anyone. In fact, the only person I've talked to about this crazy idea is my husband. And he is, of course, totally supportive.
So we'll see. It's crazy. It's probably stupid. Likely unrealistic. But right now, it feels like a good dream to work towards.
So I'm off for my "short run" to work on speed. :)
Happy Thursday!
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