When I first started running (which technically started as a walk) it was a struggle, but I was doing it with no real plans other than as a way to bring activity back to my life. Then a friend suggested I run a half marathon with her. Yeah I so did not know what I was getting into. It felt like it lasted forever, it hurt, I was ready to just lay down and quit halfway through. Who knew 13.1 miles was so far!!!!
Then we hit the finishline, people were cheering, they handed me a medal and I was hooked. Couldn’t wait for my next race.
My love for the sport started as I crossed that finishline. There is something about feeling so accomplished and learning how strong you really are. Many times I have doubted myself and my abilities, but I keep getting back up and pushing. The things my body can do are amazing.
Today as I run around the city I grew up in I feel that sense of accomplishment. I got up and ran a 5k before I even started my day. BAM… just like that I am already winning today.
