After completing my third half marathon this past weekend, I’ve been thinking a lot about my half marathon experiences. Here’s a rambling (sorry!) look back at them plus some long (sorry, again) thoughts about what’s worked for me.
I was raised as an Irish-Italian Catholic – I was baptized and confirmed, had a communion and went to weekly religion classes. My family didn’t go to Sunday mass but I don’t believe you have to in order to be religious. The times I’ve prayed are few and far between. I rarely step into churches unless it’s a wedding, special event or I’m sight-seeing. I actually love cathedrals, temples, churches and the like. I think architecturally they are beautiful and they represent a place where people can seek comfort, find faith and receive guidance without judgment (in an ideal world, that is). I find myself oddly interested in the idea and stories behind Saints.
When I worked at GS, we had a prolonged and demanding project that involved overhauling our entire client reporting package, process and technology. It was called QL automation and it was the bane of my existence, especially in my last year with the firm. QL stood for Quarterly Letter and 5.5 years in finance and only one year and six weeks out of it and my brain still occasionally sees a calendar in quarters. The funny part is, while part of my brain is somewhat still conditioned, my life feels way more removed from my finance life than the year + time frame might indicate. For one thing, I left my second job in less than one year (a running joke with my friends and fam) and returned to school as a full-time student with zero income and way more time than I’ve had in quite a while. And for another, I moved out a pretty stellar apartment in the middle of Manhattan and back to my parents house in the ‘burbs of Long Island.
Today is November 15th which means we’re half way through November – how the hell did that happen?? Also, it’s the date that marks my five year anniversary of the day I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease.
I’ve run a few 5ks, a 10k and a 10 miler, 2 halves and one full marathon but don’t really consider myself a runner. My first race ever was a half marathon in June 2011 and for that “race” and all those that have followed, my training was sporadic and my “goal” was pretty much just to finish. I don’t run every day (or even close to it). I don’t do speed work or track workouts or tempo runs.