I'm a runner.
Over the weekend I completed my first half marathon. Hold up. What? Did I read that correctly? Yes, it seems I did. I just completed my first half marathon. Not only that, I did it with a pretty kick ass time: Two hours, ten minutes and six seconds. My goal was anything under 2:10, but I'll take it.
You'll have to pardon my shock and disbelief. The reality of my accomplishment is still sinking in.
When I think about how far I've come in one year, I am filled with disbelief. I was thirty pounds overweight, exercising from time to time, recovering from a stress fracture and bruised pride.
I decided it was time to do something about my weight gain and kicked it's butt to the curb. That itself is another milestone to celebrate. I've maintained my weight loss for a year. This is something I wasn't sure I would be able to do.
After I dropped the pounds, I started hitting the gym even more. I have to give credit to my sister in law who had just given birth and was trying to drop the baby weight. We were each other's support system and motivators for getting to the gym at least three times a week. My favorite class was body pump, a weights class. I had never seen results like that before from any exercise program. We continued on our quest for health. She also dropped about 20 pounds and is still looking better than ever.
In the spring, my sister asked me if I would like to enter a lottery to win a spot in the Nike Women's Marathon & Half Marathon. I decided it was worth a try. My goal of running a half marathon the year before was unattainable at the time after I suffered a stress fracture and was out of commission for several weeks. I wasn't sure I would ever take up running again after my huge disappointment and wasted emotional investment. I basically just said, why not? The outcome couldn't have been any worse than the previous year.
This particular race, as I mentioned before, was lottery style. We signed up as a team of three: myself, my sister and my brother's wife. We knew there was a good chance that we wouldn't get in. Oftentimes, women will try for years to be chosen out of the random draw without any luck. We waited a few short weeks, and voila! We were in just like that!
I started training right away. I was very cautious and wary that I might have terrible shin splints just like last time. To my surprise, training was much, much easier than before. I'm sure weighing 30 pounds less had a little something to do with it. I was able to increase my mileage and my speed without much trouble at all. I was still taking it easy and cross training most of the time. I ran about once a week until summer. I started running twice a week and continued to cross train the other 3 days of the week. My best friend asked me to try out a hot yoga class with her on the side. I was immediately hooked. I loved how the heat of the classes complimented my sore muscles after running and challenged my strength and stamina.
As the summer wore on, I continued to increase my mileage and the number of times I ran per week. I was feeling fantastic and was actually thinking to myself that I might be able to do this race. I hit a little bit of trouble a few weeks before the race. I was having terrible IT band pain. I decided to kick it down a notch and stick to cycling, hot yoga and one run per week. I knew that as long as my endurance was where it should be, I would get by on race day.
Race weekend rolled around and I have to say that I wasn't nervous about the race itself. I was excited and anxious to do what I had been training to do for so many months. I had finally made it to the place where I knew that I had the physical ability to run for thirteen miles. I didn't know if my mind had the same stamina. I had "run on eggshells" for the past six months, wondering if I would suffer another stress fracture or debilitating shin splints. It never happened. I had survived training.
As I ran across the starting line on race morning, I still had doubts about my mental ability to push through those blocks that told me I couldn't do it and that I didn't have what it took to finish like a champion. Even around mile six when I was almost halfway done, I was still battling those thoughts. I still kept running. When I got to mile ten, I realized that yes I was going to finish this race. I knew I could finish strong. The IT band pain that had been bothering me for the last few miles had suddenly vanished. I plowed up the last steep hill and down the other side. When I hit the 11.5 mile mark I wanted to walk so badly. My legs felt like jello. My arms were so tired from pumping at my side, but I kept on running. I knew that if I stopped it would mean defeat. My goal was just out of reach. I could taste the victory. I am still in shock when I write this and tears are spilling down my cheeks. I did it. I finished. I ran the entire race. 13.1 miles. The biggest doubter was me and I crushed those doubts the moment my feet crossed the finish line. I am a champion because I finished what I set out to do. A goal that seemed unattainable and virtually impossible a year ago was now reality. I now know what so many people before me have said. You can do anything you set your mind to. There is no excuse in the world that should stop you. Yes, you can do it. Don't cheat yourself. Those last two phrases have been my mantra during my training.
I didn't know if I would want to continue running after this race. I thought once I had reached my goal I would be ready to move onto something new. I was wrong. Where's the starting line?
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