The question of whether to start looking into training for a marathon has been on my mind recently with two 13.1's under my belt and two more in the pipeline before the end of the year. The idea of Eugene this time next year is terribly tempting. Reading all these fabulous runner blogs/tweets/status updates hasn't helped my inner dialogue; it's hard not to want to get in on all of the action. It reminds me of those blissfully ignorant days before we had kids and we were watching friends cross that finish line into parenthood - it was juuuust the thing to get us 'off the fence' and get on board with starting a family. But, in this scenario, I'm kinda gravitating toward being
Mainly because it's hard to find the time to fit that kind of mileage in with two small kids and I'm no spring chicken. I'm icing a sore hip from just a 7 mile run the other day as I type this. I lost a toenail after my second 13.1 and I'm not sure if I'll ever find it again. I can't imagine being sidelined with an injury for an extended period of time - God forbid, for GOOD from running. Even if all went well, the recovery time seems so long. Oiselle team member Meggie wrote a great post on "putting your eggs all in one basket" - what if I put in all that time and training and then get some ridiculous illness from the kids or there's record breaking heat on the day of the big event? Dimity's post on not wanting to run Boston also resonated with me. If I DID marathon, it'd probably be one and done, and my type-A/goal oriented mind doesn't see the point in that at all.
These are certainly no excuses, though, because there are plenty of women my age, with kids my age rocking 26.2. THIS WOMAN can puts us all to shame. It seems you can't throw a stone in without hitting a marathoner these days (not suggesting one should do this in the literal sense). And I guess that's the point, EVERYONE'S doing it! I should DO IT! But, wait, why?
If I truly asked myself WHY I'd want to run a marathon, well I suppose it would be to
brag say that I accomplished one and to feel like a 'REAL' runner; to become part of the 'club' and commiserate on the experience - kinda like sharing birth stories. (Methinks there are many parallels that can be drawn between having kids and running a marathon.) AM I a runner if I don't ever run a marathon?
After I ran my first 13.1, I straight out asked my rockstar marathoner friend if I could call myself a runner now, 'cuz I'm still an 8+ mph runner. I think she thought I'd lost a few marbles. She confirmed for me that, duh, of course I am. This article from Competitor (via Mile Posts) was a reaffirming read:
I'm curious if anyone else has found themselves in this spot as a runner? Should I, shouldn't I? Argh. Maybe I'll think about it in two years when I turn forty and I'll be mature enough then to make a decision about it. It would be cool to run my first marathon at age forty.... hmmm.