Only 2 miles to go and I had tears streaming down my face, not because I didn’t think I could do it but because I was actually doing it, I was going to finish this race!
I tell you, it was intense! I can officially scratch running a half marathon off of my bucket list. It feels so surreal. When we were all lining up waiting for the cue to run my heart was beating, my mind was all over the place and my feet were anxious to run. All in all, I was ready. And suddenly they play the Rocky theme song we were off. I was in the first wave but closer to the back (since I knew I would be one of the slower ones) I could see the people far ahead of me walking, speed walking, jogging and finally we were running!
Running was never a passion of mine but instead it became a coping mechanism. Last year as many of you know I was living in community and sometimes when living with others you just crave that alone time. To get that alone time I started running. It started with 1 km, then 3 km and eventually made my way to 15 km. I once had the dream of reaching 20 kms but that never happened until I officially signed up for a half marathon…
Training was actually really tough because my job is manual labour meaning that when I get home I’m already exhausted. This meant that I would sacrifice most of my weekends for longer runs and when time permitted (or when I could make the time) I would sneak shorter jogs.
I want to thank all the people who tried discouraging me by saying I couldn’t do it, that I wouldn’t have enough time to train and so on. This only fuelled my desire to keep going. I also want to thank all those who have supported me in my efforts and encouraged me when I really wanted to give up.
Since I ran on father’s day I also want to give a big shout out to all fathers, grandfather, godfathers and spiritual fathers. I especially want to show the love to my dad. My dad has taught me what to keep fighting even when times get tough, he’s taught me to be persistent (especially when everything seems to be falling apart) and he’s taught me that sometimes spending time in silence is the answer to the question.
All of these three things were key in my race. Things did get tough but I made sure my mind was stronger than my legs. I had to perceive even when my knee was telling me to stop. And silence was a blessing because it made me ponder on some big decisions coming up.
What has your father taught you? How have you been able to put it into practice?