1. Age/Size Doesn't Matter When Pursuing A Dream.
At the beginning of the race I psyched myself out because I didn't see anyone that "looked like me". Everyone was very athletic, very thin, mostly very young. I felt old and fat. I felt nauseous, deflated, and ready to quit before I even started. Then I envisioned my kids telling their friends I was "running 13 miles straight" before I left the day before. They said it like it was impossible and I was doing it. I was pretty much superhuman to them. This was my dream and it didn't matter that I was older than some because some were older than me, it didn't matter that I was bigger than some- because some were bigger than me. Age and size don't matter when your pursuing a dream, you just go for it!
2. Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind; The
race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself . ( see video from the year I graduated HS 1999 -- see I'm citing references)
When we took off I was running pretty slowly, lots of people were flying by me, kicking the dry Colorado dirt up in my face. For at least the first five minutes EVERYONE was passing me. They had longer legs, better genetics, and more aerodynamic footwear. But at mile 5 many of those same people were puking on the side of the path and I was chugging along. It was exactly the boost I needed. My legs were strong, my dna was more than adequate and my running shoes were pink and perfect.
3. Believe.
My friend Trisha gave me a beautiful bracelet for the race. It had one word on it. Believe. It meant a lot to me because she has been there for me for ALL but ONE of my races. Over the last year she has been next to me always, well in reality she has been mostly in front of me. She agreed to fly hundreds of miles to run this half-marathon. She trained for weeks before with me, and pushed me to keep going. We have run countless miles together, shared countless laughs, and she is my sole sista. She has always believed in me. Believed in what I was doing even when I didn't believe in myself. And for that I am forever indebted. Thank You Trisha for being you! I couldn't ask for a better friend. Where we going next?
4. Anyone can run a half marathon.
This is the one absolute truth. From the day I decided to run to today I know that anyone can run. Make a decision to start today, run one side of a block, run a mile, walk three. Just start. Don't make excuses. Just keep moving.
5. Be inspired by others.
When you think you can't- Look around you and know that someone is doing it that has to work a lot harder than you. During the Slacker An 80 year old man crosses the finish line with his grandchildren holding his hands. A blind woman with her teammates by her side. A pregnant woman finishes steps behind me. A woman with a heart transplant runs the Slacker as her 46th race in the two years since her transplant. I am continually inspired by the courage, dedication, and strength of others.
6. Running a half marathon makes you feel invincible.
Really.
7. You can do it alone, but its nice to have someone at your side.
I ran this race with some very important people. My good friend Emily who stood by me on this important day. I truly consider this to be one of the things I am most personally proud of. It is an accomplishment I never expected and anyone who knows me would have never anticipated. She also stood by me the day I married Steve. She is the kind of friend you can always count on. The kind of friend who you can lose touch with and pick right back up like no time has passed at all. Our friendship is easy. She is beautiful. smart, talented, athletic. She may be the ONLY athletic friend I ever had. She would try and get me to exercise with her for years and I would just politely decline. She has been so supportive since I started and always asking about my training like I am not an outsider to the world of fitness. She always accepts me ( and everyone for that matter) for exactly who they are, and that is a rare find.
8. Push through the walls, its easier on the other side.
Its true that if you push through just when you think you cant, you can. Just when things seem over-- a window of opportunity opens. A downhill. A friendly runner. A good song on your playlist. A beautiful mountain. A cool drink. A cousin you haven't seen in 20 years. A cool breeze across your neck. A prayer. Push through, its easier on the other side.
9. All it takes is all you've got.
Really.
10. Listen to your body.
I ran consistently. When I was too tired I walked. I didn't beat myself up. I caught my breath and then ran again. Running at paced intervals made me feel like it was possible. At mile 12, I still felt good. I was running faster than I thought I could. But at mile 12.5 I saw a water station up ahead that I mistook for the finish line. I sprinted only to hear " half a mile more" " just around that corner". I was spent. I saw Trisha's skirt sparkle up ahead and she said it was right there. I turned the corner and sprinted in front of my two biggest competitors an 80 year old man and a pregnant woman. Mission accomplished. I nearly fell at the finish line. It was hard to breathe. It kept telling Emily, " I cant breathe, I cant breathe. " She simply said, " Your talking, Your breathing". She was right. I slowed my air intake, drank some water given to me by a fellow runner, and felt better in minutes.
11. If you cant be fast you should at least be cute.
12. Share the lessons you have learned by paying it forward.
I enjoy blogging about running almost as much as running. Thank you all for reading my little but loud blog. If I can inspire one person to get out there and prove themselves possible. Prove that you can do it-- even if you think you cant. Even if other people tell you you shouldn't. Even when it seems impossible. The first day I ran I was over 260 pounds. I couldn't run the side of a block. One year later and I ran a half marathon.Take a risk. Believe that somewhere inside of you is a person who is destined to do great things. Tie those laces. And Run.
13. Pain is temporary. Pride is forever.
When I was done. Everything that could hurt did. And the truth is I couldn't be prouder.
My running injuries are my battle wounds. And battle wounds are sexy. I ran the race in 2 hours and 41 minutes. My personal best.
.1 "The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."
-John Bingham