The past few weeks have been a bit of a blur.
I ran my local half marathon race toward the end of September and then, had the privilege and absolute blast of a time running a Market-to-Market race...a 78-mile relay from one city to the next with six other women. I cannot wait to do it again next year! Below are a few pics.
Since I started running seriously almost two years ago, my goal has simply been to complete the mileage...to tick off the distance in a training plan and to cross the finish line in a race. Now that I've run five half marathons, a long-distance relay, and various other fun runs, I want to be more committed...stronger, faster, and happier with consistently giving my personal best.
In two weeks, I'll start training for a marathon. It's a huge goal on my bucket list. And the thing is...I don't want to just finish it. I want to do well. I want to cross the finish line knowing that I put in the six months of training, that I honored my body...but I didn't give in to my fear.
It seems as though, I'm always afraid...of one thing or another. Prior to my first half marathon race, I was afraid of collapsing after enduring injuries in the training process. On a trail run, I was afraid of getting lost because I can't read a map to save my life and I have no pathfinder gene. At the Market-to-Market relay, I was afraid of letting down my team mates because I consider myself a slow runner. And in life in general, I'm constantly worried about doing the right thing, making sure that my children always have everything they need, how my actions affect others...it's really exhausting.
And so, with this new journey, I want to dive into marathon training from a place of strength and not weakness. I want to start believing that I can do this instead of assuming that I can't. I want to trust that my body can go harder, longer and that I'll never know unless I try...and really, 38 isn't that old to be pushing myself, right?
And while I'm putting in all of those miles, I want to approach it all from a place of gratitude and joy. Thankful that my legs can take me from one place to the next, that my heart and my mind continue to stay focused and that hopefully, my family will benefit from the stress release and the outlet that is mine.
I read this quote and it stuck...
"What distinguishes those of us at the starting line from those of
us on the couch is that we learn through running to take what the days
gives us, what our body will allow us, and what our will can tolerate."John Bingham,
So the real question is, what can my will tolerate? My hope is a lot...snow, wind, cold, exhaustion, boredom, frustration, potential injury...so that come race day, I'll be prepared knowing that I've given it my everything.