Today, after finishing my first long run of my 10k training (more on that later) I looked down to check my mileage and I noticed something that had slipped my attention until that moment: I have run over 100 miles since starting this blog. Pretty crazy to think that in a few short months I have logged enough miles to have run from San Diego to Disneyland.
It feels pretty momentous that I was able to do something so incredibly hard and to stick with it. I don’t know if I have mentioned this before, but I’m a pretty big quitter, always have been. It started when I was three and I quit preschool after being sent to time out for playing with a jack-in-the-box during nap time. Then I quit ballet because I hated the sound of the word plié and the instructor’s choreography involved “tushy shakes” during the Three Blind Mice routine. After that, I just quit anything as soon as it got hard, or as soon as I realized I was getting good at something. I think that, more than failure, I am afraid of success, of knowing I am capable of achieving my goals and then falling short anyway, so I quit things once that becomes a possibility. Everything about running is hard for me: I have to get up early and wear tight(ish) clothes; I breathe hard, sweat, and various parts of my body burn, ache, and/or jiggle; and I spend a lot of time talking myself out of turning around and going home. Despite all this, I am still doing it, and that is something I am really proud of.
Wednesday: 5 mile walk
Thursday: Maintenance run
Saturday: Long run
Sunday: 30 minute easy run
Each week I am increasing my runs by 1/2 mile and I am allowing for repeat weeks for when my body needs extra time to catch up to the demands I am placing on it. My distance run for week one was 3.5 miles. Next week will 4 miles, longer than I have ever run before. I feel like if I can run four miles then I could run one more, and then one more after that. Having a training plan makes me feel like a 10k is something I can do instead of this crazy idea I had one day.
Which brings me to the last thing I wanted to mention. I have signed up to run in the 2013 San Diego Race for Autism which takes place on March 30th. I am fundraising for this event (100% of donations go to support the San Diego autism community) and hope that some of you will help. When my son was diagnosed with autism two years ago, I was staggered by the amount of services and interventions he needed. While I was fortunate enough to have access and support, many families aren’t as lucky. While there is no cure for autism, through intervention people with autism can live independent, full lives and make tremendous contributions to society. Every child deserves a promising future and by making a donation you will make a direct impact on the life of a child with autism. I am providing a link to my personal page and hope that you will take the time to visit it. You can also finding me by searching Jamie Malone under the Sponsor Participant page. I am forever grateful for the love, support, and help my son has received and I want to do everything in my power to give back to the community that gave so much to us. With your help, we can make a difference.
As always, thank you for reading. You keep me going on that last half mile, which always seems to be the hardest.