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50 Years in the Making

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

50 Years in the Making.

I started.. I Finished.. 5 hours 49 seconds..

I lost my dad in 2009, and my mom in 2011. My promise to them both, to live the most healthy life I could. In my grief and my fear, I ate. The sicker they got, the more I ate. I really see that in the picture with my dad. He was so sick and the only thing I could do was eat.

It takes a Village
My brother got up at 6:00 a.m to wish me luck and make sure I was up. My trainer Cheryl, who never saw me, as the fat, unhealthy, person I was, but for the butterfly inside, waiting to transform. It’s the family and friends, that have loved me for who I was, and supported me through this journey of who I want to be.

Imagine you go to your local high school cheerleaders and tell them they have to cheer for 5 hours straight. That sounds a little much right. Well that is what my friend James did for me. From the minute we started, till the minute we finished. He talked, he laughed, he sang when the battery was getting low, he had family and friends text, send video, send songs, for an entire 5 hours. Special video’s from my Godchildren. Some how appeared at just the right time, Katie Perry’s ROAR, came through, followed by Eye of Tiger. It pumps you up. Oh and did I mention somewhere in the first couple of miles. It rained yup. Just a bonus.

He keeps saying this is about you, it was your feet that did it, but that type of support and encouragement, helped them go.

Facing my Fear
A lot of people asked did I run the entire thing. Nope. Can’t say that I did. But what I can say, is I Started and I Finished. Goal Achieved. I ran in the beginning, and then walked. Around mile 8 or 9, I started thinking Oh what did I do. But I knew I was in for the long haul. We did sugar checks every 3 miles or so. It was funny to see people already finishing the actual marathon before I finished the ½.

This wasn’t about time, it wasn’t about running, it was about being healthy, about keeping a promise I made to my parents, a promise to myself, it was about facing my fear.

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