New post on that katiedidPrivileged and Paranoid before my first Chicago Half Marathonby julysmileI’ve thought a lot about what would mean to write about my upcoming half marathon.
In June I signed up to run the Chicago Half Marathon, September 7. I’d never run more than three miles before, and I’d only run three miles once or twice. Coming from that background, a half marathon was a pretty big goal. It was also an achievable goal. At first I’d been gunning for a full marathon by September, but many people talked me down from that idea, saying that the risk of getting hurt would be too high. A little research showed that they weren’t just being party poopers; they were right, and thus the half marathon. Even that, some said, would be a stretch.
I didn’t care that it was going to be a stretch. I needed it to be tough. I had just graduated, left with that empty feeling, that void of uncertainty and fear for the future. I didn’t have a job lined up, and I didn’t know what I wanted, and I didn’t know what to reach for.
Physical goals seemed like the easiest way to get on track in this strange and unsettling world. I’d be occupied, hopefully making myself better.
I paid my $80 registration fee without a second thought. The moment the receipt arrived in my inbox, a rush of adrenaline hit me – this was it. I’d committed to weeks of training daily in the hot summer months (that didn’t really turn out to be a problem – Chicago has been pretty cool this summer). At the end of it, I would be running a half marathon. It was tangible, where so many of my other goals were not. It felt good.
Three days and two runs after I submitted my paperwork, I was going for a two-mile run at dusk when I was mugged at gunpoint by five young men. thatkatiedid.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/privileged-and-paranoid-before-my-first-chicago-half-marathon/