My first half marathon…

It was a beautiful day—60+ degrees, the sun was shining and by mile 10 I was thinking to myself “why in the hell did I decide to run a 13.1 mile race?” At mile 11, I almost cried thinking about all the people who were rooting for me. Mile 12: I literally had tears welling in my eyes. I realized as soon as I started to sniffle, that I couldn’t cry because I would have hyper ventilated and if I lost control of my breathing, I would have stopped and there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to finish.

By the time I was approaching mile 13, I could barely run but it hurt to walk. So I “slow motion ran” (see below video) until I saw two familiar, beautiful faces…I smiled. It was an exhausted smile but it was real. The finish line was around the corner. I made it, crossed it and almost fell out.

It was the most grueling, challenging and tiring thing I had ever done—run my first half marathon. But on Jan 14, 2017, something I already knew was reaffirmed…I can do anything I set my mind to. It won’t be perfect, I may even cry but if I put in the work, I will be successful. something I already knew was reaffirmed...I can do anything I set my mind to. Click To Tweet

Those last three miles tested my strength, mentally and physically, but it also made me a more focused, driven person.

At 8:04am on Jan 14, I started the Charleston Shrimp and Grits half marathon. In 2 hours and 44 minutes, I finished.  Today, I continue to run…

slow motion

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