Yesterday was the Boston Marathon – an incredible athletic feat that very few ever get to experience with their own two feet. And for me? As a first-time spectator?
I’d describe the day quite simply.
… as the day I recommitted to 26.2.
You see, these past few weeks, of letting my mind get the best of me, of having quite a few OATT outbreaks…I started to question my decision to run Chicago this fall. Seriously.
I wondered if I truly had it in me. I wondered if I truly wanted it. I wondered if it was going to be worth the hours of feet hitting the pavement. Week after week from June – October.
I wondered.
But after seeing this?
(talk about true grit, right near the finish, just powering through the final .2 miles)
And this?
(I think I’d cry at the sheer sight of mile 26…unreal)
Yesterday was the day that I (and we!) recommitted to 26.2.
I can’t wait to cross that finish line, hand-in-hand with my best friend and the love of my life. All with the knowledge that this body was capable of carrying me all 26.2 miles. And that I just did something that very, very few people will ever do in their lifetime.
26.2 proud.
That’s my only goal on October 7.
…26.2 proud.
