Running 48.6 miles in four days sounded like a good idea at the time.
If you know me or have been following this blog, you know I’m a little Disney-crazy. (Okay, you know I’m a little crazy in general). You also know I was a former athlete.
So, when the pandemic rolled around, I got back into fitness and picked up running and learned about the Disney races. Why not jam those two loves together and sign me up for the WDW races? A 5K here and there is good, right? Maybe a 10K?
Oh – that half marathon sounds like a good challenge. Why not give training for that a shot?
But wait – there’s more!
Let’s make an effort to do the 5K, 10K, half marathon, and a full marathon in four consecutive days! What could possibly be more fun than training for all that?
Yet, I’m 3 months into training for this thing and have no plans of stopping.
Let me put this out there. I hated running. I was a competitive figure skater for the majority of my childhood and teendom. And I hated running more than the protein bars I crammed down my throat to make it through 8 hours of summer training alive.
About 10 years after removing myself from the glitter, grace, and alleged glamor of figure skating, COVID hit and, much like the rest of the world, I set out to discover something new about myself.
And that, my friends, is that I apparently enjoy running – well, the endorphins that come with it, anyway.
But am also clueless about the sport.
Why am I telling you all this?
I want to document it. Maybe someone can learn from my mistakes as I blog about this. Or maybe someone will be inspired to try something new. Or maybe you’re here to laugh at me. Any of the above are fine.
Also, what writer wouldn’t blog about their horrifying, torturous time training to run 48.6 miles in four days?
So, enjoy the ride while you sit in your comfortable home, with the A/C turned up (or heat on – I don’t know your life or current weather), and your favorite beverage by your side – heck, have a chocolate milk for me.
Because chances are, I’m out there running – and cursing my weird ambitions. 🙂