I'm not a runner. Never have been, never will be. But over the last few months because my husband so kindly signed me up for a few races - I was forced into it. We did Ragnar in June - I started training 3 weeks before the race (not smart for someone who had never even ran 1 mile before). My legs were each 4 miles for a total of 12 in a 30 hour time frame. I trained as best I could and got up to 3 miles before the race. Some how I endured - I had an awesome team and we had so much fun. Aside from the blister and lack of sleep I felt okay and was glad I did it.
This weekend we have another one called Epic - it runs from Logan up to Jackson Hole. Dean has done it before and says its beautiful. I'm nervous but excited because I know what to expect after my last experience. My legs are 6.5, 3, 4.8. I am up to 5 miles and am hoping I can make it to the 6.5 without dying first. I was going to do 7 on Saturday but Mason wanted to join me on the run - I couldn't say no. We didn't get out the door until 8:45 and by the time hit 2.5 miles it was dark out so we turned around and used the flash light on my phone to get home. It was fun - Mason was such a trooper and I'm so dang slow he could walk and catch up when he needed.
I've learned it's a mental thing - I still don't love it - It's a great workout - hard on the mind and the body - and hopefully I can keep it up in small doses!!