We had come up with a plan to run 3 mornings per week before work & a longer run on the weekends. The first few weeks of training were daunting. I had no idea how to breath, how to pace myself, or how to fuel for the long runs. But each day, we’d lace up our sneakers, meet in my driveway at 5:30am, and hit the pavement. I remember being so thankful for having such a great running buddy, keeping each other accountable, showing up for every run and motivating each other. I also remember thinking, how the hell am I going to run for 13 miles straight? I had internal arguments with my limiting beliefs daily…
You can’t do this. (Watch me.)
You are not strong enough. (Yes I am.)
You aren’t disciplined enough to stick to the plan. (5am, time to wake up!)
As each week passed, that voice inside my head seemed softer, and more distant. The more miles I covered, the more confident I felt. We were really going to do this!
Fast forward to race week…Now, If you know New England weather at all, then you know it is completely unpredictable. October 18, 2009 was no exception. Days before the race, with a looming storm on the horizon, we prepared for the worst. Layers, rain gear, gloves, ear warmers were all laid out the night before. Not having trained in anything more than a sporadic light rain, we had no idea what we were in for.