I – AM – IRON – MAN… Duhn-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh -nuh-nuh-nuh!
Well. Perhaps not IRON (wo)man. However, I took a step in that direction yesterday, when my alarm went off at 4:30 AM and I arose, drove to downtown Detroit, and walked my first ever Half Marathon!
Let me ‘splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Back in August, and inspired by someone who has lost over 120 lbs. with a combination of a moderately healthy diet and a pedometer, I became a pedometer-wearer myself. (I should note for the record that wearing a pedometer in and of itself won’t help you lose one pound. They aren’t magical. They simply make you aware of what a three-toed sloth you actually are most of the time. For example, the first week I wore it, as I was getting my “baseline” readings, I was SHOCKED to discover how few steps I took on a weekend day where I thought I had been fairly active – I was running up and down stairs doing laundry and cleaning house. I would have guessed a lot more steps than I actually logged that day. Reality check!)
With a goal in mind of getting a minimum of 10,000 steps a day (google that – that is considered a healthy baseline) and potentially 12-15K (as a weight loss tool), I began a walking program. Then, on Labor Day, my step sister mentioned that she was running a portion of the Free Press Marathon in October. I wistfully said it was a nice goal for me to work towards, at which point my stepmother volunteered to walk it with me. So then I had a challenge in front of me.
You know how they say ignorance is bliss? Well, that’s not always true. First I discover (from walking at about.com and a couple of books I checked out of the library) that, if you are a new walker, you should really allow yourself 6 months to get yourself ready. Pshaw! thought I. I’ve been walking since I was a year old. How hard can it be? And sure enough, I found an online “16 week training course”. Well, OK. I’ll condense that 16 weeks into 6. No problem. Ahem.
Then, as I registered online, I noticed that there were 2 categories for walkers of half-marathons: competitive and non-competitive. Well, I thought. Why overly pressure myself with competition? After all, this is my first marathon. I’ll do the non-competitive. That way I can take as much time as I need to finish the marathon. (And I was actually proud of myself for not over doing it by “competing”.)
Ha. There are still time limits! If you don’t make a certain time, the “special people” bus comes and picks you up, and you get driven to the finish line, to your eternal shame. Guess when I figured that out? Yeah. A week before the marathon. I’m looking at all this information about how to improve your time and etc. and shrugging it off, because “it doesn’t apply to me.” Oopsie!
However (and this is the important part):
I came. I saw. I kicked its ass!
Well. Perhaps not kicked its ass. However, I finished that 13.1 miles. On my own 2 feet. No one came and tapped me of the shoulder to DQ me. I finished, and while my time wasn’t terrific, my goal was never about that. I met my goals, and considering that I really got into a walking program 6 weeks ago, I think I did FABULOUSLY, darling! (BTW, my step count for yesterday? 33,768. And almost all of that was before 1 pm, since I was largely immobile after that point in the day.)
Now it’s the next day and I’m walking like a guy in an old western. You know, like Yosemite Sam when he’s going after Bugs, and they show him walking side to side, with his hands by his pistols. Every time I get up, I walk like that. Ironically, my feet are mostly fine. No blisters at all, and although they were cramped up this morning when I woke up, they really don’t hurt now. It’s just my hips on down to my ankles.
Other than that, I’m fine. No, I’m not. I’m spectacular – I am so proud of myself that it’s a little sickening. I can’t stop talking about it to family, friends, coworkers, and total strangers on the bus. Plus I keep poking my butt, trying to ascertain if it’s firmer and tighter. I think it is, but that’s probably just muscle spasm.
Oh, and the kicker? I have already signed up to walk the half-marathon in Cincy next May.