Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I haven't written a blog post in a long time so here it goes. I was just looking through some pictures and didn't realize how much I have accomplished until looking at them in a new light. The picture I added here was more for me to compare where I was almost 2 years ago and where I am today. In May of 2011 my employer invited me to run in my first 5K. They told me I could walk the whole thing if I wanted, it wasn't about how fast you run or if you can run at all it was about a company who cared enough about their people to get them together and do something active. Turns out over 200 people from my company showed up, some walking, some running and some just standing on the sidelines cheering others on. I did that 5K, some walking, some running and it was amazing!!! So much support, no judgement, nobody cared if it took you 20 minutes or over an hour to complete it, it was just a ton of people having a great time. This was the beginning of how I learned to love running. Funny thing is, I always hated running, thought it was for everyone else, not me. I stopped caring what the scale said or how others saw me and every time I ran, I just ran, not for a time, not for anyone else but for me! Some days were better than others and I found that if I had a bad day that running made me feel fantastic and was a great stress reliever. I wasn't concerned with if it would help me lose weight or help me fit into my jeans, all I knew was that I not only felt healthier when I ran but I felt accomplished and proud knowing that I was taking charge of my health and doing something I love! Fast forward to April of 2012 and it was then that I was encouraged to run my first half marathon. Was I scared, no I was petrified. I had never run that many miles and I had never run without walk breaks. I stepped out of my comfort zone and I ran that half marathon with absolutely no walk breaks, I was determined to prove to myself that I could do it and I wanted to be able to tell myself I ran the whole thing! Was I slow? yup, was it hard? yup. Was crossing that finish line and being proud of what I had just accomplished and seeing the pride in my daughters and husbands face worth all my efforts? Hell yes!!!! Since then I have done many 5k's, one 10k, a marathon relay with some friends and many other races. I don't really care how long it takes me in each race, I only know that nothing beats the feeling of crossing that finish line no matter how fast you get there. I guess the point of this blog is to tell you anything is possible if you simply step out of your comfort zone and never tell yourself you can't do something! In this picture, the first one is of my first 5k and the second is my first half marathon.