It all started when my mom, sister, and I took a trip to Duluth, MN for my sister’s birthday in August. My sister had never spent time in Duluth, so she wanted to see the sights she had been hearing so much about. We stayed in a Canal Park hotel room overlooking Lake Superior, walked at Gooseberry Falls, toured Glensheen Mansion, walked the sandy beach on Park Point, ate pie at Betty’s Pies, visited Split Rock Lighthouse, and shopped in Canal Park. It was a fabulous time.
While meandering Canal Park, I couldn’t help but point out the medallion in the sidewalk that marked the Grandma’s Marathon finish line. I started talking about the marathon and running in general. My mom asked me if I would ever run a marathon; she knew I had intentions of doing one several years ago but bailed ones the training runs hit 15 miles. Mentally, I was having a tough time with running at that point and just couldn’t do it. I had switched my registration to a shorter distance, but ended up missing that due to an ankle injury the night before the race.
I told my mom that I wasn’t sure whether I’d ever do one. I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I felt like I needed to do one to know if I could finish that distance. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure I wanted to put the time and effort into training for it.
Then, my mom asked, “If someday you were unable to run a marathon, would you regret not trying?” At that moment, my response was “good question.” Our conversation quickly turned to other topics, but I couldn’t get her comment out of my head. Would I regret it?
At the time of our trip, I was in the process of training for both Ragnar Trail Northwoods and the TC 10 Mile. I was building my mileage up to a place it hadn’t been for a few years. Running was feeling good, my speeds and distance were increasing, and I was having fun with it again.
All through the next week, I pondered my mom’s question and decided that yes, I would regret never trying. I told myself that I would wait until after I finished the TC 10 Mile on October 9th to make a decision. Registration for Grandma’s Marathon opened October 1st.
On October 1st, the only thing I could think about was Grandma’s Marathon. I kept stalking their website, reading everything I possibly could about the race. I researched beginner marathon training plans. I kept bouncing the decision around in my brain, telling myself both pros and cons. I talked incessantly about it to my husband and running friends.
The following day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I made the big decision. I registered for Grandma’s Marathon 2017!
I’m excited and scared for this adventure. Training started the week of Thanksgiving and has been going well so far. I am using the Galloway Method, because it worked well for me as I was building distance and speed this summer. Thankfully, I have a great group of women who I will be training with; without that support, I would not have decided to go for it.
Also, I couldn’t even attempt this feat without the support of my awesome husband. He knows I’m crazy and loves me anyway. He listens to me complain about sore muscles and get excited about new shoes, reminds me to drink more water and to foam roll, and will be there marathon weekend to support me, cheer for me, be my chauffeur, and possibly pick me up off the course. Now that’s love!