Hi Guys! Happy Tuesday! I’m linking up with Marcia today for Tuesday’s on the Run. Today the topic that we are discussing is something new that running taught us this year. This year by far was my hardest running year ever, but it also had the greatest rewards. I learned a lot of things about myself through running this year. But the greatest lesson that I learned was that I am stronger than I ever thought.
I never thought that I would ever be able to run a marathon. That was never even an idea that I entertained. Only crazy people did that! Then, for some reason my dad and I decided to do it. I’m still not sure which of us had the wild idea, but we did it. The training was pretty easy at first. But, as we got up into the double digit runs, I found myself struggling. I never wanted to quit, but it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Some runs were good, but some of those longer runs were really tough, physically and mentally. During the last month of training, I struggled with nausea every time I would run. But, I kept fighting through it and kept hoping it would get better. I was amazed at the amount of miles that we were running. I never thought I would be strong enough to do that.
When race day came, I was really nervous going into the race. But, the first half of the race was great! I felt strong and excited and I still could not believe that I was running a marathon. But, the last half was pure hell. That was the hardest thing I have ever done physically, emotionally, and mentally. You can read all about it in my race recap post.
During that last half of the race, there were many, many times that I wanted to quit. I’m ashamed to even say that, but at the time, I really didn’t think I could finish it. Every time I saw Jeremy on the course, I just wanted to get in the car with him and go home. He wouldn’t let me, and neither would my dad. If it wouldn’t have been for them pushing and encouraging me, I don’t know that I would have finished.
Somewhere deep inside me, I found the strength to somehow finish that race. I can’t even describe how amazing finishing made me feel. I accomplished something that I never thought possible, something that I never dreamed I would be strong enough to do. That showed me not only the physical strength, but also the mental strength that I have. I kept going. I pushed through. Even though I wanted to, I did not give up! The amount of strength that I actually had surprised me. But, there is no way that I would have had that strength if I didn’t have my family to lean on. If my dad wouldn’t have been with me the whole time, I don’t think I could have ever done it on my own. I learned that sometimes others give us the strength that we need to get through something hard.
In the weeks and months after the race, I still struggled with the nausea. But, I have worked through all of that and am now contemplating running another marathon next year. I know it will be tough, but I know now that I am strong enough to do it.
Learning this about myself has given me a sense of pride. I am proud of what I did, but more than that I am proud of how strong I really am. I never thought of myself as strong, but that marathon was more than just about running. It showed me things about myself that I didn’t know before. I guess sometimes it takes us going through something tough to learn things about ourselves.