The Half-Marathon Man

The end is very near on my weight loss journey. I have only two more pounds to go before I am back to where I was before gaining the stupid weight back. Except, somewhere in the back of my mind is a lingering question. Can I get back to my college weight?

I am not really concerned if I can. I feel healthy right now. I look good and I am fit. In college I was a big time runner. Everynight I ran the track at my college and played basketball. It was the healthiest and fittest I have ever been in my life. I have pretty much assumed those days were behind me forever.

Then last Friday I did something I didn’t think I would ever be able to do. Something I never did in college. I ran a half-marathon. It wasn’t in a race. It was just the distance. I went for a mind boggling 13.15 miles. The funny thing is when I started runnning Friday night I hadn’t intended to run that far.

I turned on my music and headed out onto the street planning on doing about seven miles. Around mile three I knew I was on. My stride was great. My breathing was really good. Absolutely nothing hurt or was sore. The thought suddenly entered my mind, “I bet you can do it tonight.”

I still wasn’t sure if I would but then mile seven rolled around and I felt strong. I have great stamina. What usually gets in the way of running for me is my knees and back. I have a herniated disc in my back. Throw in several knee surgeries and you get the picture. Something is almost always a little achy on me. I always do my longer runs on days where everything feels good. On Friday everything felt great.

I hit mile ten and there was no doubt I was going to do it. I was still going strong and I knew cranking out another three was not going to be a problem. When I hit the thirteenth mile I was jubuliant. I had done something that only a few months before I was telling everyone I had none chance of ever doing it. Even more astounding I still felt great at the end of the run. I could have definately done more.

On Saturday and Sunday I threw in another 13 miles of running which gave me 26 for the whole weekend. I may not be able to run a marathon in a day but I can do it in a weekend. Now my brain boggles at what more I might be able to do. Can I get back to my college weight? Can I run a marathon? I have already done more than I thought would be possible with my back all defective. Who knows where this will end up.

About csdaley

C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

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