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Finding a reason to train….

If you, like I did at one time have decided to take up running, swimming or just physical fitness then find yourself a reason to do so because if you do not find a reason, you will fail.

It is true.

You will fail.

My best half marathon time was logged in at 2:46, this personal best was achieved at the Royal Victoria Marathon in 2006 when I was running the race in memory of my grandmother and grandfather. This reason, the decision to run it for them motivated me to contunie through the tough training days, it gave me the motavation to hobble my way across the finsh line even though I was injured. And at the end it gave me a gratification that I was doing something for them, it was in the end 21km of memories.

Now your reason dose not have to be profound, just give yourself some sort of motivation to move forward, your body can only do half of the work, your mind will be your greatest barrier in achieving your goals. Finding a reason to train, something personal to you and only to you will push your legs that extra mile, give you that extra push when you feel you can’t go on….

 

Oink, Oink my friends…

 

orgnial blog post found at https://jbingham82.wordpress.com

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May 13, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | 1 Comment

Deciding to Train….

I recently started to read once again…John Bingham’s book “Running for mortals” and found this amazing quote …..

                                      “The first step—Deciding to train—-transfoms more ‘mortals’ into adult-onsdet athletes

                                          than the last step across the finish line”

This quote is so VERY, VERY TRUE…….

And here I go again….it’s time to train…..for the 2009 Victoria Marathon!!!!!

I am perfectly scared shitless this time though….it will be my 4th Half- marathon and I am more nevous about this one than I have been about other runs….

I am not going to worry about my finishing time this time though but I am however going to train as hard as my pudgy little body will let me…..

This is where I will vent my frustration, and my injurys instead of a weight loss blog I will be switching the gears on this blog to include my training schedule so anyone interested in learning how to run a half marathon or what they should do can ask me…..I can tell you what works for me and what dosen’t but most of all I will share my failures and my success’s with you….

 

Oink, Oink my friends…

 

orginal blog post found at https://jbingham82.wordpress.com

May 12, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Finding greatness in your “failures”

On May 3rd 2009 I laced up my shoes, stood beside the crowds on a great sunny Sunday Morning that only the city of Vancouver can offer, and stood at the start line of the 2009 Vancouver Half Marathon. This was not my first marathon, in fact it was my third. I stood there, beside that crazy part of society that pushes the human body to itsouter most limits just because they enjoy the sport of running.

This marathon was important to me. I, for months had decided that I would like to finish the 21km distance in under 2 hours and 30 minuites. I was instant on this time, for some strange reason this time was so very very important to me, somehow acheiveing this time would validate me as a runner, finally validate myself as an athlete.

I was properly trained for the run, I had put in the kilometers on my treadmill that I need to put in, lost weight that I needed to loose to get my body in better shape to run the 21km distance. I was ready, and focused. Then out of no where, a leg injury prevented me from running 2 weeks prior to the run. This pain plagued me, every time I walked it hurt. I was mad, I could not believe that after all my hard work and training that this stupid injury would prevent me from acheiving my goal. My very important goal. In the days leading up to the run my leg started to feel better, then the worst possible thing happened. I got sick. Fever, coughing, sweating when its 5 degrees out, sick. I could barely walk up a flight of stairs without coughing up a lung, and all of this happend 2 days before the run.

So, I thought about not doing the run. Giving in to the sickness, the pains in my leg. Then I decided to do it. And at the start line I stood, hacking up a lung but I was standing there. After all my hours of training, I had earned the right to run this race, I had earned the right to run.

The beinging 5km was alright. I was coughing, and breathing became a problem because I was all stuffed up. I saw my boyfriend and sister at this point and seeing their faces gave me the motivation to move forward, to finish the rest of the 15km. I was already tired, and the finish line seemed like it was 18 milllion miles away. I started to feel dizzy, the effects of dehydration started to kick in at about the 8km mark.

And then it happend….

My greatest fear …….

My “IT band” which is a muscle that runs from your knee to your upper thigh snapped at the 10km mark and my leg locked up. I could not bend my leg, I could not do anything. A person working a first aid stand pulled me aside and asked me if I was alright, I said yes. He said it would not be advisble to finish the race, that I wouldn’t be able to run it. He patted me on the back, said good luck and away I went hobbling towards a distant finish line.

At that point I wanted to quit. I was in so much pain, so stuffed up, and coughing constantly basically I wanted to quit. I wanted to just leave the race. I started walking, I could no longer run. I was in tears, after all my hard work, after all the weight I had lost I had now failed. I felt horrible.

So I hobbled a kilometer and my leg started to losen up a bit, when 3 ladies who were memebers of the “team in training” group smiled at me and asked if I was alright. I explained my story to them and they said “Well you can walk with us, we just want to finish this thing we don’t care about the time.” Then I started to talk to my new friends from Seattle. The  one had a son that passed away from lukemia and  she was running the race for him the other lady lost a mother to the disease. They were still smiling, they were just so happy to be there, to be apart of this race.

They became my motivation to finish.

In pain I began to power walk. I left my new friends and said “see ya at the finish line.” The last 2 kilometers felt as if it stretched for miles. I knew that I had long gone past my 2hour 30 minuite finishing goal, but I was just greatful at this point that I finsihed the race.

I crossed the finish line at 3:13:56 almost 45 minuties longer than my goal. But I crossed the finish line with a smile. I felt lucky. I have so much to be greatful for, finishing the race longer than predicted did not matter anymore. What mattered is that I looked past my “failure” and found the greatness in realizing that I did not fail….only that I finished in a different way as I thought I would.

Oink, Oink, my friends………

 

Origninal blog post found at https://jbingham82.wordpress.com

May 4, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment