Today, was the day, I ran 13.1 miles as a participant in the 16th Annual Laguna Hills Memorial Day Half Marathon. Wait. Whaaaat? Yah, I know, I’m kind of in disbelief too.
I finished my first half marathon with a time of 2:03:23. I ran strong for the first ten miles, but struggled and had some pain in the final three. When I crossed the finish line, nothing else mattered, I felt like I was on top of the world.
Running my first half marathon was a huge accomplishment, for a girl who used to have an, “I’m only a sprinter, why run further than 400 meters anyway?” attitude.
I have learned a lot about myself since I started running last October.
I’ve learned patience. Patience has never been my best virtue. Okay let’s face it, I am impulsive and when I get an idea, I just want to do it… now…seriously… right now. I joined a run club in mid-October of last year. The purpose of the run club was to train for a 10K in December. What do I do? Sign up for a 10K in November, just to make sure I can do it. I was not ready, not properly trained, and by the end of the race, miserable in a lot of pain…for days! Lesson learned. I trained for 12 weeks for this half marathon. I added mileage to my weekly long run one mile at a time. If I felt pain, I stopped. I listened to my body. The result was finding the patience to run for two hours and cross the finish line with the biggest smile on my face and the biggest sense of accomplishment. I worked hard for this moment.
RUN YOUR OWN RACE
I used to sprint, which means my focus, was only on the finish line, with the hopes of running as fast as possible to beat as many people as I could. When I am running long distance, I have finally accepted that I am in competition with no one but myself. I’m not running to be better than anyone else, besides myself. I just want to be a better person and better runner than I was yesterday. I’ve learned to pace myself. Today, when the gun went off, I knew to pace an easy first mile, because that’s how I had always run in my training. I had swarms of people running by me left and right. I didn’t care. I was in my own world. I was running my own race.
I’ve learned that I need to appreciate and enjoy the days that I just had a great run. Some days, I can run eight miles without a care in the world, and other days, I feel like I’m going to collapse on the ground after just a mile. Me and running don’t always get along, actually, some days running just sucks. As in life, bad days are going to happen. They can be very discouraging, but most of the time, my next run is so much better. I keep telling myself, if it were easy, everyone would do it too. It could be my stubbornness or determination but I’m not going to give up. If I get knocked down, I will get up again (you’re never gonna keep me down).
SET A GOAL
In order for me to stay focused and committed to my training, I have to have a goal that will keep me driven and motivated. My next race is already lined up, the Disneyland Half, in late-August. Since that is three months away, I would not be surprised if a another race pops up on my plate in the near future.
In life, a positive attitude is everything. In the past, I had convinced myself that I would never run a half marathon because I was not capable of achieving that goal. I was a sprinter. My body was not made to run long distance. When in reality, I did not have the patience nor the desire to put in the training, to prove myself wrong. When I go for a run and have a positive attitude, feeling great, and excited to get started, my run is usually awesome. When I go out the door, not really feeling it, my run usually sucks. It’s important to train your brain like your train your body. Today, before my race, I felt excited, focused and determined, and, at least for the first ten miles, had a great run! 90% of your race is your mental state that day. So smile, and be positive and make it a great run!
Although a little sore, I feel great this evening. I feel proud of my accomplishment. After so many years, I finally beat out the little voice in my head that always told me, “You can’t,” and never believed in me. That little voice was a liar. Today, I went the distance, for nobody else except myself.