My running mantra. My race, my pace.
I ran distance in high school, but after my less than illustrious career was done there, I didn’t run again for a very long time. I used to say that I’d only run if something was chasing me or if there was a line forming for the buffet (of course). I used to be over 200 pounds. I used to scoff at people who ran and call them crazy. Then I woke up one day and realized how limited I was by my weight, by my perspective on life, in my judgments of others. With the help of a trainer, I began losing weight and running. My running often looked as if I was walking (around a 13:30/min mile pace), but in my heart, I was running like the wind. They say that practice makes perfect, so I kept at it. I now run a 5K in about 28 minutes. I’ve completed 8 half marathons and 1 full marathon. And I haven’t lost my zest for running yet. I’ve learned so much. I have learned to look within myself for inner strength, to dig deep when I don’t think I can go on. I’ve learned that the only person I have to be better than is the person I battle in my own mind and not the runners around me. I’ve learned that I can do amazing things that I never dreamed I’d want to or could do. I no longer accept my limits!