When you line up for a 13.1 mile race at
with temperatures at
and wind at
Your entire being tends toward..."I'm not sure how committed to this I am."
It's only when you warm up at 2 miles and shed the trashbag you've worn to stay dry and warm that you begin to remember you enjoy running!
When I ran my first 13.1 mile race 5 years ago, I was a train wreck. Over training, running NON stop, trying to keep up with everyone and very unrelaxed. I had obsessively checked out the entire race. The course, the weather, the aid stations-everything. Needless to say-I crashed an burned. I was wound too tight.
Running the Myrtle Beach 1/2 marathon last weekend I had not looked at the course map, the start line, the packet pick-up, the weather-NOTHING. Truth be told-I registered for this race ONLY because my friends were racing. I wanted to be a part of things; share in the stories, the fun, the party. I entered the race, undertrained and coming off of an injury.
I had no expectations.
While I had no expectations, I ended the race discovering how much I've grown as a runner and how much I enjoy sharing running with friends, how much I love running.
A race is a journey, a discovery.Every run, every race, every time in our life will be different. Some better than others. What we learn from ourselves during training, running, racing-during life-is a journey worth taking.
Step outside, join the journey, share in the stories, the fun, the party.
|Photo courtesy of @anjwiley|