Sunday, January 7, 2018

What I Learned From Running a Half Marathon

If you would have told me one year ago that I would be running the Disney World half marathon the day after my birthday, I would've told you that you were crazy. And yet, that's exactly what I did yesterday.
 
Right now I am waiting in the Orlando airport for my return trip home. On the way to the airport my friend Amy asked me what I learned from training for and running the half and if there was anything I would've done differently. As I pondered her question, I couldn't think of anything I would've done differently. I was scared out of my mind to do this race, but that fear propelled me forward. Almost every morning when the alarm went off at 4:30 I said the same thing to myself, "Well this half marathon isn't going to train itself." And then off to the gym I'd go. All I wanted was to finish the race and once I decided that was my goal, I took all the necessary steps to do everything I could to make sure my goal was in my reach. It stressed me out, and for the past month, it was my main focus as I amped up my workouts and restricted my diet to do one last effort to be in the best shape possible.
I'm glad I was scared, because that fear gave me the drive to train. I'm glad I took the time to prepare my body (even though I am super sore today). So what did I learn?
I am capable of more than I thought possible. Like I said earlier, if you had told me a year ago I would have done what I did I would've laughed. I've always been the fat girl with the great personality. Being placed in this box has plagued me my whole life. The chubby girl with the pretty face. Although I would try to get out of that box, I was trapped by my own self- imposed limitations. I remember looking at others and longing to be them sometimes, with their lean bodies. A year ago I took the reins of my health and joined Weight Watchers. It was not (and still isn't) easy- but then again, most things worth doing and having aren't easy. As I started to see success, I remembered a bucket list item that had been floating in the back of my head for years. I wanted to run the Disney World half marathon. It was a crazy idea for someone who had NEVER wanted to run. But for some reason, the thought and goal was there and seeemingly unachievable. I watched my friend Amy run some half marathons and I thought ok, now is the time. 9 months ago I registered and paid for the race. I remember looking at the run Disney website and being terrified. I watched a YouTube video of someone's highlights from the race and cried. Cried because I never thought I'd be able to be the person to do it, cried because I wanted to be the person to do it. So I signed up and subsequently freaked out. Then life happened- I had a crazy year- my house flooded- I was homeless and I earned my masters degree. But I persisted and did something I never dreamed I would actually be able to do. It's opened numerous doors and possibilities for me.
Preparation is the key. When when I decided to run the half, I found a 20 week training schedule online. Because it was 9 months away, at first I was half hearted with my training. But soon the time came where I was 20 weeks away and I knew it was now or never. (The 20 weeks also happened to be the first week of school). And so I got up almost every morning and worked out, I went for long distance runs on Saturday morning, I ran at the Olympic Oval and watched the speed skaters practice. I began to believe that I actually might be able to do this. I also had a horrible workout on Thanksgiving where I seriously doubted myself and my abilities. But, still, I persisted. I always tell my students that the most important thing they can do is prepare, that they have no control over the outcome. I realized that I may or may not finish the race- but that each day I would try to do everything in my power to prepare. That it wouldn't be perfect, but I would make sure I was prepared.
You don't have to be perfect to run the race. When I envisioned the people who would run the race, I pictured perfect athletes with toned bodies. I had been told that people of all different sizes and shapes and ages would be there but I didn't believe it. I was wrong. It was so heartening to me to see the diversity of the people running. Imperfection was everywhere and it was inspiring. People who I never would've pegged as runners crossed the finish line with me. It was awesome. Oftentimes we put off pursuing a goal because we aren't there yet (aka aren't perfect)- but it's ok to be imperfect and not be the ideal. Just do it anyway, just 'run the race' whatever your race may be. Just do it!
Change your life today. About a year and a half ago I was returning from a trip to Orlando and was in first class! I had some skymiles, so I decided to upgrade, mainly because I was afraid of traveling and being uncomfortable because I was so large. I knew that my body wouldn't be in someone's personal space if I was in first class. So, I settled in and pulled my tray table from the side and discovered it barely fit over my body. One breath and the tray would move- it broke my heart because I was sick of living this way and I wanted to make a change. I didn't know what to do started thinking of different options. I finally decided to start Weight Watchers with a new found determination. I shared each step of my journey on Instagram for accountability. And I learned that there is no perfect time to change your life, there is just today. If you want to make a change, create a plan and then do it.
Just keep going. Y'all, running a half marathon was HARD! During the first mile I was plagued with thoughts of self doubt as my freezing body (it was 35 degrees when the race started) and already I was in pain. But the adrenaline of the moment, plus the thousands or people kept me moving. Soon, I fell into a rhythm and watched the sun rise. I watched the miles tick by, I ran through the Magic Kingdom at Disneyworld! I received countless texts of encouragement from my dear friends. I listened to music that made my heart happy. I ran some of the race with Amy by my side. I felt lifted by all the onlookers and their words of encouragement. I started to marvel at what my body was capable of. Then as I passed mile 10, it started to get harder- especially struggled mile 11 & 12. My legs were burning, we were running up a freeway ramp and all I wanted to do was stop. But, I looked around me at all my fellow athletes and I just kept going, and going, and going. When I crossed the finish line it was incredibly surreal and emotional. I have no idea what my face looked like, but I'm sure it wasn't pretty. All those months of training, all those years of being the fat girl, all those times I doubted myself- that girl crossed the finish line of a freaking half marathon.