I ran a half marathon.
I never thought I’d say those words, but here we are. I’ve been asked many times, “Why?” or “What made you want to do that?” or “What motivated you?” I wish I had some sort of noble answer, but I really don’t know. I think it was mostly to see if I could do it or to be able to say I did. It started when I trained for and ran a 9-mile run. When I finished it, I realized that a half marathon is just another 4 miles, so I might as well do it while I was already training.
I think running is kind of like coffee. You don’t like it when you start, but you know that there’s got to be a reason everybody’s so crazy about it, and eventually, you get to a point that you actually start to like it a lot. At least, that’s how it worked for me.
I’m not a good runner, by any means, but I just had the mentality of “keep going, don’t stop.” It’s like the old saying that “slow and steady wins the race,” except for I didn’t win the race. I didn’t even come close. The guy who won beat me by a whole hour. I guess fast and steady actually wins the race!
Still, the whole experience was a blast. There’s something so thrilling about setting a ridiculous goal, working consistently toward it (even when you don’t see progress) and eventually reaching that goal. I’m so thankful I had the opportunity to do it!