|Selfie time! Yay for awesome friends!|
(This is clearly the Before picture. I did not look like this 13 miles later).
Well that was dumb.
This is was my first thought when I clicked REGISTER for my first ever Half Marathon. But then I did something even dumber: I decided to share the wonderful news on Facebook. And everyone knows, once it’s on Facebook, it’s official.
So I started training.
I followed my workout schedule. (But maybe I don’t need to follow it exactly because this is my first one!)
I traveled a lot but worked out diligently in the hotel gyms (But maybe I’m kinda cold and I can just run in place in my room!)
I stopped drinking (But maybe I had a glass of wine here and there! And maybe by a glass I mean a bottle!)
I ate healthy and when I craved sweets, ate carrot sticks (But maybe by carrot sticks I mean chocolate chip cookie dough!)
So my training didn’t work out as perfectly as I had hoped. And as the race loomed closer, I started getting a teensy bit nervous (by nervous I mean totally freaked out). I kid-you-not thought it was possible that I might die.
And then something miraculous happened.
During one of the last week’s of my training, I had to run 10 miles. Normally I would run with my gym’s running club. However, our coach was out of town so I would have to do this on my own.
And I know me. If left to my own devices, I’d end up walking, or worse, cheating.
So I asked for help from my friend Becca, a 10-miles-is-my-warm-up kind of runner. Becca not only ran with me, she smiled, laughed and encouraged me the entire time (all while texting. Did I mention she has superpowers?)
You’re doing so great! Look how relaxed you are! You’ve totally got this!
Until I saw 10 MILES logged on my little runner watch, I honestly wasn’t sure I could do it. Something clicked at the end of that run. All of a sudden, I realized that no, I would not die, and yes, I’ve got this. I’ve totally freaking got this.
I learned two valuable lessons:
- Surround yourself with awesome people—those that believe in you, especially when you don’t.
- Believe Believe Believe! Here’s a shocker: telling myself I was going to die wasn’t helping. Choosing positive, encouraging thoughts made me realize I could do it.
Now that I’ve completed one, my runner friends are encouraging me to do more. (Sidenote: I used to think all runners were crazy but now I kinda get it. Kinda). I don’t know if I'll run another one, but I do know this:
I can do it.
I won't be alone.
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Ecclesiastes 4:9-10