On this day I set out to run 7 miles in training for the half marathon I had coming up. I had run seven miles once before but it had been a couple of years and I forgot that I could do it. I was very anxious about the half marathon I had coming up. I really, really wanted to do it but let's be honest- I am not a runner. What I mean is I don't have a long, lean "runners body". I am not a fast runner, and I really don't like racing. I just run so that I can eat dessert. Really.
But I did want to run a half marathon and I didn't think I could do it. I just knew that I was gonna train for 10 weeks and never make it to the finish line. I knew that my body (because I don't have a "runners body") was going to give out on me. I knew that if I made it to the starting line all the "real runners" we're gonna be mocking me because I was "fat" and slow. But I really wanted to run a half marathon.
So I cried. And ran. And cried some more. But I didn't stop running. Maybe I would never make to to the starting line because my joints couldn't take anymore pounding. Maybe someone was gonna snicker at me because I was chubby and trying to run a half marathon. And maybe I wouldn't get to finish. I decided this, though: If I didn't finish that half marathon it wasn't gonna be because I gave up. I was going to leave everything out on the road at every run!
Maybe this was the hardest run of my life, but maybe this is the run that made me unstoppable.
