On Sunday, October 11, 2009, I ran in my very first half marathon (it was also my 27th birthday); the Long Beach ICB Half Marathon.
The LBC (as Snoop calls it) has a special spot in my heart.
Not only is it home to my best friend in the whole world, but as of 4 days ago, it was the place where I achieved my very first half marathon PR.
I have been chasing down that time ever since.
This being my first distance race, I didn’t know how to pace myself.
Although it was an amazing race, it was a learning experience and more importantly, a confidence booster for the marathon that ran a month later… but that’s a story for another day.
(That’s me in the dorky grin and polka dot hat.. if you couldn’t guess.)
As most of you know, I finally bettered my finish time this past Sunday at the SLO Half Marathon.
Achieving this long time goal has given me the opportunity to reflect on how I got here.
It has been a tough road, my friends, and I have done a lot stumbling.
There was the total bonk-fest that was the Fresno California Classic Weekend.
I took it out WAY too fast and royally bonked at mile 8.
Yep, that means I suffered through 5 miles of agony, just to finish the race over three minutes slower than my goal time.
Not only was it 85 degrees at 9 am, but they ran out of water at the last aid station. Who runs out of water during half marathon… in the Central Valley?
Can I tell you a secret? I almost quit running after this race. Almost.
However, I picked myself up again a week or so later and signed up for the San Francisco Half Marathon.
What can I say, I am crazy.
(That’s me back there in the pink)
Still traumatized from bonking in Fresno, I wanted to enjoy myself during the race and I did.
This half marathon helped me remember why I love running so much. I left feeling energized and motivated to do another half.
And then there was the car accident that put me out of commission for awhile.
On my way to work in October of 2012, I was rear-ended at a stop light by a car going about 45 miles an hour.
What could have potentially been a small injury was made much worse because of my history of back problems. For the next month and half, my massage therapist and chiropractor became my best friends.
Running was not an option for me and I was definitely depressed about it.
You have seen me go crazy through a taper… imagine how I felt when I couldn’t run at all. Yeah, it was not pretty.
When I was finally able to run again, I was more motivated than ever to do the SLO Half Marathon.
I started training in December of 2012 and never looked back.
How did I get here?
I pushed myself. Every. Damn. Day.
I set this goal a long time ago and I didn’t stop until I achieved it.
This is me capturing my goal on Sunday, April 7, 2013.
Think about it.
What are your goals?
What are your dreams?
What are your aspirations?
You can achieve them.
You just have to try.