A little less than a year ago I ran my first "race". Granted, it was literally a 2 mile run followed by a 1 mile single filed, mud filled obstacle course. Is that even still a race? I'll never forget how much fun I had at that event.
I literally was chin deep in muddy water at some points! I kept sinking into the mud so it was hard for me to walk. I had to get pulled up a few times by people. Thank you, kind strangers.
And my first half marathon, the Tinkerbell Half Marathon
|I know its bad quality, that's what I get for being a cheap-o|
and not wanting to spend $35 to download a picture of myeself.
I had so much fun that entire weekend.
The middle miles of 5-8 were such a struggle for me.
Mentally I was frustrated "why did I sign up for this torture?" "I have nothing left in the tank" "I am only HALF WAY done"
My body was also angry at me.
I hadn't properly trained. I had to stop to use the bathroom at mile 6. I didn't know when the heck to eat my energy gels.
Miles 9-13 I told myself don't stop. I kept saying, "you'll be more mad at yourself for stopping than you will if you throw up at the finish line"
As cheeseball as this is going to sound, I almost cried at mile 12 because I was so insanely proud of myself for picking up the pace the last 4 miles.
I also look back on these pictures from about a year and a half ago.
They motivate me to keep my diet in line.
They remind me of how hard I worked. My lower body has always been the hardest for me to not only slim down and tone up, but to accept for what it is. I will always have hips. I was born with a butt.
I hope to look back at this in moments of weakness to remind myself that:
1. I can do anything I stick my mind to.
2. The more you practice something, the easier it gets
3. Run your heart out on Sunday. Do it for no one but yourself