I did it!

I did it!

I ran 13.1 miles without stopping!! 

 It was hot and I pushed myself but it wasn’t sunny and there was a nice breeze. 

When the starting gun went off, I had my butterflies and a very realistic belief that this might not end well. 
I was so doubt-y of myself because I have this stupid ingrained belief that, ” maybe I can’t…” I teared up with my nerves and fears and self doubt. 
It took a lot in me to shake that all away and just run…Then I got into my rhythm– pushing myself while keeping a cool head. 
My slow little trot was just enough to keep me between the 3:00 and 3:30 pace keeper flags. 
I tried to remind myself that, “slow isn’t a sign of a character flaw – quitting is.” So I did not quit! At first I pushed a little too fast, but then settled into the back of the pack for the long haul. 
I had enough steam left in me to push the last jaunt!  
How was your last racing experience?

Do you ever tear up during a hard workout or scary race start?

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