|You know, a normal family running outing.|
That being said, when I toed the line this morning, I was determined. I felt good, the weather was perfect, I could do this. Then my watch stopped working. I decided immediately that I wasn't going to let my inability to remember to charge my watch ruin my run so I ran the whole race solely by looking at the clock time, and subtracting 4 minutes, (the time it took me to get to the start line) and match it with my pace band. I was able to run 8:55 minute miles every time almost exactly. I tuned almost everything out and obsessively monitored myself hoping nothing would go wrong but preparing myself for when it eventually did. But then an amazing thing happened- I got to mile 12 and I was almost exactly on target to run 2:00. I knew I could run sub two, my secret goal the whole time, If I just pushed a little harder. It's such a strange thing, purposely making yourself hurt to do just a little better. But when I got to the finish, I knew I had done it! I actually started crying. I saw my dad and he was waving at me and I told him immediately that I had finally cracked 2:00 because I knew he would get it.
I am not an "ideal" runner. At 5'11" and 150 lbs, I'm never winning a marathon or anything, but i think you would be hard pressed to find a person who loves this sport more than me. A part of me wishes I could go back to that day and tell that nurse how wrong she was. In reality, I'm sure she had no idea that what she said would stay with me for as long as it has. But I know now that I can do it. You can go to school and I have a job, and not be a tiny stick and still accomplish your goals. Anyone can be a runner- I'm a runner :)