A few days ago I did my fourth half marathon, the beautiful Gold Coast Airport Marathon. My second half mara of a potential four or five for this year.
Not bad, really. I’m pretty happy with that.
Yet, one of the most asked questions I get is “when are you going to do a full?”
Just as I am really happy with having one child (thank god those questions have stopped), I’m really happy doing half marathons.
A half, or 21.1km or 13.1miles, is a nice distance for me. Longish training runs without taking up my whole weekend, lots of opportunities to mix up my sessions three to four times a week, to still push myself and so far, no major injuries.
Just as a 5km, 10km, full or even an ultra suits some; I feel this distance is for me.
On my way to the hotel a few days before the race, I started chatting to another Gold Coast visitor who was up for the weekends running festivities. She said she was just doing the 10km.
There’s no JUST about it, love. Running doesn’t have to be a pissing competition; who runs the fastest, the furthest, who has made themselves vomit or how many toe nails you have lost.
It should be about what suits you, what brings you joy without having to justify the distance or speed.
For me, a 10km is hell. There’s no room to chill, get into a groove and lip-synch dance your way through. Just hammering it to get well under that 60minute beacon. Runners who focus on a 5 or 10 deserve a massive hat tip.
As does anyone that choses to chase cold mornings over the couch.
Running should be about owning what you do, and for me its all about the F*ck It.
Some people may prefer to call the style zen, some might call it mindfulness moving, but I’ll stick with F*ck It.
F*ck it, I’m going out to run when I don’t feel like it and I’ll keep training for that next half. I’ll train because it helps me sleep. I’ll train because I eat better. I’ll train because its good for my mind, body and self esteem and I think it keeps my Crohn’s in remission.
F*ck It I’ve seen some gorgeous sunrises lately and I’m grateful for those gifts.
To me, running is all about the F*ck It.
It means owning what I do, running my race not someone else’s. Enjoying the distance, enjoying race weekends with my friends, enjoying the scenery, maybe hammering my body less so it can give me more in the long run for those long runs.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to take anything away from anyone else’s training styles or plans, but this is the way I keep moving. F*ck It, I don’t want to do a full marathon, I’m loving what I am doing.
And for me, there’s nothing half-arsed about 21.1km.