There are days that I can’t believe I am running. Not because I don’t want to run (well ..there are those days too…) but more because I am the last person I would ever consider to be anything close to being athletic!
This morning we-and I say we because I run with an amazing group of people – ran AND conquered the longest distance we have run so for. 29km. That is a long way to run. And for someone who just started really running about a year ago – it amazes me what my body can do. What my mind can do. What my spirit can do.
For me running is not only moving my feet. It’s moments filled with anxiety, moments of elation and certainly moments of just wanting to stop moving. But some how something inside me propels me forward. The pain of a run sometimes can be awful and you really have to know when to slow down and really when to just stop so you don’t injure yourself.
Today was a mix of all of those things. Today we went out on a fairly nippy St. Paddy’s Day and ran an unknown route, and to mine and a few of my running mates came across oh about 12 Hills. Of the 12 unplanned for hills (we thought we were running along the Waterfront) there was a couple of fairly “interesting” hills. One in particular stands out and it happened to be almost at the end of our run. I saw it and my stomach lurched. Literally. I felt my already weakened knees wobble in anticipation. My sister Marie, who bless her wonderful heart, was not feeling 100% on this run actually ran the entire hill! I was so proud of her, especially because I was running up a little head of her and when I was done with that incline I could feel my stomach turning over in absolute protest what my legs had just done (according to our Marathon Coach we ran a 273 metre gain)!
To give you an idea of what one of the hills looked like….. it looked very much like this one.
BUT – we did it. I did it. 🙂
This is a very good feeling, especially since the Around The Bay Race is next Sunday. I am not “racing” that race, I am participating in it as part of my Marathon Training. It is the oldest road race in North America and somewhat of a coveted and sold out race. I’ve heard stories about it. I’ve heard ugly stories. The ATB is a 30km race in Hamilton ending at COPPS Coliseum with each runner (and walkers) running into COPPS with your name AND your image on the Jumbotron. I have to be completely honest. It scares the living daylights out of me. Races do that to me. It’s the crowds, the nervous energy that is in the air at the Expos/Packet Pick up Area, it’s the noise and its the anticipation of running and completing upright and smiling.
I think for most of my non runner friends they often wonder if I have lost my mind. I mean why would you want to put yourself through the hard training, the early morning runs, the hill training, the Ontario winter weather….all of that.
The answer – the answer to the whys is simple. It makes me feel like a million bucks. It makes me feel like I could jump over the CN Tower. It fills me with pride to be able to say – yup, I did it.
And today – I did it. 🙂
I am Happy Runner Girl.