Hooray! I am now signed up for my race, the Dallas Marathon (it changed names by the way). I am so pumped that it’s now official. Okay, I’ll admit I’m nervous too. I mean, this is a big undertaking for this mama of two little ones, and the word failure is not something I like to tangle with.
Speaking of which, I’m one of those people who gets pretty anxious about things labeled “first come first serve,” such as race registration. I momentarily thought about registering at 3 a.m. after feeding my newborn, but I quickly decided against it. I’m not too conscious at that hour, and I could very well have mistakenly signed up for all 26.2 miles. I’m crazy, but not that crazy!
There was no need to worry. Plenty of spots were still available at 6:30 a.m., and I’m now an official racer. In celebration, I planned my very first post-pregnancy jog. Yes, you have to be a racing fanatic to use running as part of a celebration, but if you’re on this site, you’re probably one of those already.
There’s a lot of planning that went into running my first mile. First of all, I knew I would have to run it on my home treadmill, during my two-year-old’s naptime. Also, I had to hope the newborn didn’t start screaming halfway through. This took some coordination, but after we sang fifteen renditions of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (I’ve started to spice that song up, including a rap and opera version), my toddler finally nodded off. The newborn soon fell asleep in his vibrating baby bouncer (I definitely need an adult version of that!), and I was on my way to running bliss.
One mile. That’s all I did. I ran the last quarter of it lip-synching Colbie Callait’s “Brighter than the Sun,” which I’m sure the slumbering newborn appreciated. And I thought to myself, “Hey, girl, you can do thirteen of these! It’s not so bad.”
Only, the next morning, upon waking at 3 a.m., my inner dialogue ran a little differently. It was more of a “This is so bad.” My muscles currently do not like me.
But we’ve all got to start somewhere, right? Maybe that first mile will be the hardest, or maybe mile thirteen on December 9 will be the most challenging, but I’ll tell you what…I know it’s worth it.
So the question is, have you signed up for a race this fall? You know, that race you’ve been toying with in the back of your mind but keep coming up with excuses of why it won’t work out? Well, if I can do it, so can you!
This is a guest post by Megan Cox, an Oklahoma City-based novelist, writer and contributing blogger for HalfMarathons.Net. Learn more about Megan at her website.