more than just a race
i trained and finished my first half marathon last weekend and for me, it was a big moment. despite all of the pains of my training - from the getting up to go for a run to the actual physical pain on my joints, i am so happy that i’ve done it, been through it, and survived. the last three months of running went by so quickly and race day just came and went but the journey was more than three months in the making.
the race is a proud moment for me, just to finish and go through it but even more than that, it was a freeing moment in my life. the last 6 years of my life were defined by my job - a job that i loved and helped teach and shape me to become who i am - but it defined me and my life and i didn’t fully realize it and what it meant.
when i signed up for the half, it was something that was truly selfish in every part of it and not something i was familiar with. it was selfish in that, it only effected me and i was the only contributing factor to this. i didn’t have to consult my work schedule and calendar - only mine and i was able to plan and schedule for me. and finishing the race was that moment for me that i appreciate all these things in my life that are for me.
beyond that, i am so lucky to have such an amazing support system of friends in my life that get up early on a sunday to hold my wallet and make signs to watch me cross the finish line. i am more grateful than ever to have these people in my life and at every point of the course when i saw someone there, i got a little less tired and little more motivated to keep going to the finish line.
having them there and seeing them at the finish line, i am so blessed to have them in my life and to have my life. who knew running a race could mean so much and make me so reflective.
i can’t say enough thank you. thank you.