My how time flies.
Around this time last year I had completed my first triathlon and my first 5k race. I had caught the bug – but didn’t quiet believe in myself yet. I did short runs with the dog and made my own training program. I did research online about running strategies and fueling (my husband is also a triathlete so we share info) and I was getting my feet wet.
One of my bosses (who is also a runner) around this time last year suggested I run the Dallas Turkey Trot 8 mile. I thought he was crazy! There is not way this girl could run that far. That’s not possible, I can’t do it.
It blew my mind.
I didn’t sign up for that race, but it did make me wonder what I could actually do. At that point I had run maybe 4 1/2 to 5 miles at most. So one day I tested it.
I still remember that run like it was yesterday. We’ll just call it my breakthrough I-could-actually-be-a-runner run. I went out with the dog again and I just kept going. I weaved throughout the neighborhood path and just kept plugging along. (My garmin map and info you can find here)
My poor dog just keep looking at me like “Mamma, when are we going to stop?” But she kept plugging along without complaint. You see, my dog never complains when we are running, never. It’s on of the qualities I wish to possess someday. That and she’s always smiling while running, she doesn’t have a bad race picture…
When I got close to home I started really feeling the aches, so I turned the corner and headed home. I couldn’t believe what I had accomplished. I was smiling from ear to ear. I ran 8 miles! 8 freaking miles. My body didn’t give out, it felt great! Albeit very sore and tired, but great!
That is when I realized I could do this. I can push myself and achieve things that blow my mind.
This year 8 miles is a medium training run. I’m blowing my own mind again and training for a marathon. It’s not something I ever thought I wanted to do, until one day I realized I could do it. I could push myself way beyond what is comfortable and see what I am made of.
So far in this marathon training I’ve found that I am made of commitment, sweat, some blood and overall badass-ness.
I can do it. And you know what? You can do it to. I believe in you.
My, how a year can change things.