Sunday, January 19, 2014

I did it.

On June 1, 2013, I signed up for a half marathon.  It made me a little sick to my stomach.  But I did it.  Today, I finished what I started.  I did more than I planned to begin with.  I didn't just run a half marathon - I ran three in six weeks!  All three faster than the next.  Today my phone told me my average pace was 9:57.  This blows my mind because I haven't been running even four years yet, and my first 5K pace was around 11:30.

I'm gonna' gush because this was all a big deal for me and took up a lot of stinking time in my life.

I trained for five months (only missing one training run the entire time due to a stomach virus).

That's one month for each one of these amazing people.  My kids: 

My oldest son who is strong and determined.

My first born who is bold and creative.

My middle child who is consistent and brilliant.

My fourth in line who is loving and thoughtful.

My youngest who is outgoing and savvy.  

Kids, I love you so much.  I love being your mom! I hope I inspire you half as much as you all inspire me.

In these five month of training, I hit new goals every month.  In September I ran 40 miles.  In October I grazed 50.  November saw just over 60 and I ended December kissing 70 miles. Today landed me at another 70 for January.

Because of my long, slow steady training, I was hitting long runs in a way that had me actually run three half marathons in six weeks.

Three half marathons for my three people.  Three people that I still can't believe I'm lucky enough to call my "inner circle."

I was supposed to just run 12.5 that particular day.  I thought, "If I can run 12.5, why can't I keep going for another song or two and hit 13.1?"  And I did.  The very first person I messaged was Lindsay.  I did that one for her.  Because she is an encourager.  She is strong and helps you be strong.  She says, "If you can do this much, maybe you could do just a tiny bit more.  Good job!  Now go do something good for yourself to celebrate!"  I love you,  Lindsay!  

My second half was the day after Christmas.  A day after family.  Michael knows me best and has known me and walked with me almost two decades.  He somehow convinced our kids to get up and dressed on a holiday break morning to cheer me on at the halfway point.  As I came around the corner and saw them all standing out on that country road jumping up and down, I got tears.  I was so tired and I wanted to quit so badly.  I needed it, and he made it happen.  That perfectly summarizes how he has loved me through our marriage.  He has always said, "Tell me what you need.  I am happy to do it."  And he means it.  He does it.  I love you, Michael!

My third half was the original race I signed up for.  It was in Austin - the city where I have found my circus.  Found my monkeys.  Jamie is one of them.  He trekked to the desert and back with me for Burning Man.  The changes he has made in his life in the last two years continue to inspire me.  He has done the things that people scribble down every January 1st but never touch again.  I ran this last one for him.  He has poured so much into me this past year, and just like Lindsay and Michael, not a day has gone by that we haven't talked or that he hasn't encouraged me in this, even as his leg has given him some serious grief.  I love you, Jamie!

Find something big and kick ass and do it this year.  Whatever it is.


T and T Livesay said...

Kick ass, indeed my friend. You've got the runner's warrior spirit inside. (The kind of warrior that lives and lets others live and doesn't kill them but encourages them and does her best -- it needs a better word than warrior but you get the idea.) Running teaches us to keep moving forward, one step at a time, even in (and especially in) the most painful moments.

Unabashed Tourist said...

Yeah, i'll be coming back to this blog again.
Big +1s. Cheers.