To make sure that I didn't chicken out and actually start training for a marathon I hired a coach. I know, it seems kind of dumb considering I am a personal trainer and should be able to train without the help of a coach, but guess what...even the best personal trainers, have their own trainers. ( Yes I am talking about Jillian Michaels and Bob Harper from the Biggest Loser ). It is good to have someone else pushing you when your brain fails to do so. Having a coach will encourage me to put in the effort I need for training, it will bring encouragement, motivation, and prevent me from injuring myself.
I have been wandering around these past couple months feeling a little off. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it just felt like something was missing. I woke up every morning without a sense of purpose, and nothing to work toward. It sucked. But on a run one morning it hit me. Dude, why don't you just do a freaking marathon already. Stop being a pussy. Oh and since you have all the time in the world to train and nothing holding you back, put all of your heart into it. Give it everything you got. So that is what I plan to do. I know it is only week one of training, and I have a measly 9 miles of a long run tomorrow, but just having that feeling of trying to reach a goal, and having a purpose gives every day a lot more meaning. Don't get me wrong, I am terrified. But for the first time in awhile I feel alive.
I couldn't ask for more.