Not so competitive racing

I woke up Saturday morning to the sound of my alarm at 5 am. I was immediately in a bad mood. I had a restless night of sleep. I was tired. I hate early mornings. Chris and I barely even trained for this event. I got up and immediately thought to myself, “I don’t know why I keep doing these races. I’m not doing them anymore”. Still, I knew I couldn’t back out so I got dressed and ready for our half marathon. It was dark outside and a chilly 58 degrees (in south Florida that’s almost freezing). On our walk to the start line I was still being cranky but Chris didn’t expect much less. By the time we actually started running I was back to myself.

 

I used to truly hate running. I remember when I ran my first mile 6-7 years ago and I thought I was going to throw up. Now, I only hate the first mile or two. Some days I would even venture to say that I love running. As I started running on Saturday, I looked around at all of the people running with us. There was a man in really great shape who I would guess to be about 65 years old. Near the end of the race, there was a kid about 11 or 12 years old. As I watched them I realized that it doesn’t matter how long it takes them or even if they walk or run the whole way. All that matters is that they are here and that they get to the finish line.

 

I also realized that part of the reason I think I hate these events is because I put too much pressure on myself. I’m a competitive person. Mostly though, I’m really hard on myself. Even though I tell myself and others that I don’t care how I do, that is easier said than done. Saturday was the first time that my goal truly was just to finish. This was mostly due to our lack of training but I realized that I would like these events a lot more if I can just stop stressing out about them.

 

At the end of the race I felt a huge sense of accomplishment. My legs were sore and it felt good. I want my son to grow up knowing what it’s like to cross the finish line. I hope to be the older person out there who people are cheering for…not because I’m fast but just because I’m there.

 

The guy in the picture with the basketballs is  Doctor DribbleHe holds a world record for running the fastest marathon while double dribbling. It’s crazy!

 

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