Today is July 20.
Two months ago, I was beginning to feel the nerves setting in for my first-ever half marathon. I had trained, but I was still sure I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I was a ball of nerves, sweaty palms and goofy stomach and all. So nervous I
could have cried.
Flash forward to today: I’m just over two weeks away from my second half marathon and, well, I’m barely even thinking about it. In fact, I ran nearly that far last Saturday. A half marathon has become, to me, a 13-mile training run. In fact, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m running two half marathons that week — Sunday and Saturday. Six days apart. In two different states. (Actually, on that Saturday, I’m supposed to run 14 miles, so the race is a little short.) Of course, there are still a few pre-race jitters that I hope I never lose. But it’s nothing like the “ohmigosh, can I even do this?” nerves I had before Bayshore.
It’s an amazing thing when you have a life-altering realization. One that makes you stop, look at yourself and realize that you’re not just in the process of changing, of improving. You’ve actually done it. You are the person you had hoped to become.
“As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world — that is the myth of the Atomic Age — as in being able to remake ourselves.” ~Mahatma Gandhi