Thursday, May 31, 2012

I Ran a Half Marathon

Before last November, I never even imagined saying those words out loud.  Heck, I didn't even want to think those words.  But in November 2011, I signed up for the Indy Half Marathon and never looked back.  Those were 13.1 of the most rewarding, brutal, and eye opening miles of my life. 

Every runner has a story.  A reason they first started, a reason they continue, and a reason they choose the races they run.  I imagine if you are not a runner, it's hard to understand the love most runners have for the sport.  If you are not a runner, think of something that brings you joy each time you experience it.  That is running for most runners. 

It's been 12 years since I've played a competitive basketball game.  It's been 12 years since I had felt the joy I have experienced over the past 6 months while training.  Around mile 9 of the half marathon, I started to question what I was doing, but I kept running.  As each mile marker came into sight, I just kept thinking, "Don't stop, keep running".  I had my Ipod on shuffle with over 200 songs.  As I rounded the corner to start the final stretch to the finish line, "Don't Stop Believing" started to play.  I honestly had to choke back tears and try not to grin like a goofy 10 year old girl.  There are no words to describe how I felt when I crossed that finish line.  It was a mix of joy, pride, and physical exhaustion.  Every runner has a story...this is mine.  This is the story of how I found joy in something again.    

There really are no limits in life.  You have to believe that you can achieve them and figure out how to do it.  This post is long overdo, but it's difficult to write about what running that half marathon felt like.  My advice to you if you have lost that joy in your life...don't stop believing and you will find it.  Having faith in yourself and believing in yourself are the best gifts you can ever give.