Thunder Thighs

On Monday night we had a meeting of the minds (or maybe it was a meeting of the feet) for the ambassadors of the Chevron Houston Marathon and the Aramco Half Marathon.

I was really pumped to meet the other people deemed worthy of representing my favorite race, in my favorite city in the entire world. After being seated and chomping on California Pizza Kitchen, we started chatting and getting to know each other a little better. They really picked a phenomenal cast of characters:

First up was Glauco, who I knew in passing from Brian O’Neil’s Running Club (which I’ve been going to for the past 3 years- it’s a running club with beer, what’s not to like?). He’s such a charming gentleman and a seasoned runner.  Post meeting he shared some hilarious race stories and gave me my new favorite phrase: “What doesn’t kill you makes for a great story.”

Then there was Shirin. Can you say gregarious and an absolute hoot? This gal is a super fit (her arms were incredible, so jealous!) and she was going running post meeting (that blew my mind). She’s running the Marine Marathon in a few weeks and I could tell that girlfriend means business.

To my left was Rebecca, in the middle of training for Ironman Texas. That’s 140.6 miles. REPEAT. 140.6 miles. Chew on that.

Next was Kelli, who runs six days a week (SIX!). And is working on qualifying for Boston. She’s also running the OKC marathon this weekend and then getting married. She was so laid back and calm, you would never have known her plate was so full.

Finally there was Heather, who I know through my favorite person to run races with (Trisha). I might know Heather a little better (we’ve run a ton of the same races together), except for she might be the fastest person I know IRL. So there is like zero possibility we would ever chat during a run. She is such a doll, and an incredible runner. I remember during the Lucky Trail Challenge (you run a half marathon on Saturday, celebrate St. Patty’s day and then run a full marathon on Sunday) a few years ago, we would see her whizzing past us since the trail was multiple loops. And she was at the finish line cheering for us as we finished what felt like hours later.  She’s also run the Comrades Marathon at least TWICE, which is easily the most badass thing I’ve ever heard.

It was a great brainstorming meeting and a true pleasure learning more about everyone. And Vicky with the Chevron Houston Marathon was so darling and patient with our incessant questioning. It was lovely as far as meetings go.

But I walked out of that meeting feeling like a lazy fat ass (at best). And horribly INADEQUATE.

I almost died when I did the half Ironman last year (like literally almost died). And if I run once a week, I consider it a productive week. My only goal when I start a race is “finish and don’t poop my pants“. Seriously.

I actually hung around after the meeting because I was deeply considering telling Vicky that I probably wasn’t a good person to represent the Chevron Houston Marathon. These people are athletes. And runners. And serious. And fit.

I’m just an uncoordinated and goofy blonde that likes medals and wearing tight running pants.

(And to be perfectly candid, flirting with hot shirtless guys at the beer tent)

I stayed up ALL night thinking and writing about how I felt (this is probably the 8th version of this post). And I finally came to this conclusion:

Not everyone that is running the Chevron Houston Marathon is a perfect athletic specimen.

There might even be some other non-runners who struggle to find time to train (because, really and truly going on a date is wayyyy more fun than running 17 miles alone).

And maybe, just maybe, there is at least one other person training for this race that is more proud that they ate 4 cupcakes after lunch and didn’t barf, than of their best 10k time.

And if that ONE person that could maybe relate does exist, then I’m going to keep plugging along both here and on the pavement. If my thunder thighs can make it 26.2 miles (no matter how long it takes), then so can yours. 


3 thoughts on “Thunder Thighs

  1. Haha, girl, I thought I was the only one feeling like “how the heck did I get selected for this thing?!” after our meeting! So excited to enter this journey together. I’ll already prepping to cheer you all on as you finish y’alls 26.2 (Here’s to officially repping the 13.1 gang). Don’t worry, there will be cow bell and mildly questionable signage.

  2. Haha, okay, so in a somewhat twisted way, I’m glad to posted this because I freaking felt the same way! Don’t downplay your rocking ability to rep this thing, Lady! And I’m already prepping my cowbell and mildly questionable signage for y’alls finish of the 26.2 as I’m now an official half-er:).

  3. Bummed I was out of town during the official meeting, but glad I got to meet you today! I also live by Hermann Park and I’ve been going to BON runs since I moved back to Houston two years ago. Just got my jacket for 75 runs, woot, woot. I’ll look out for you next time. 🙂

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