My Tuesday night post-kettlebell recovery routine is to curl up on the couch (under my awesome race t-shirt quilt my mom made for me!) and watch the Biggest Loser. On tonight's episode, the contestants go to Dallas and run/walk a 5K with a bunch of people. Of course, they show a lot of people crying to overly dramatic music and going on and on about the huge accomplishment of finishing.
Which got me thinking . . . remember crossing the finish line of your first race? First marathon? I ran a lot of shorter races before I ever ran a marathon, but the finish line of that first marathon, Twin Cities 2006, is really what sticks out in my head. Even when I started running a lot, I never believed that I would ever want to or be able to run a marathon. I mean really, I am the book worm/band geek. Remember the mile run in gym class? Yeah, I had to walk during that. And it took me like 15 minutes. When I played tennis in high school, I spent most of my energy thinking up excuses to skip the warm up run.
So crossing the finish line of my first marathon, something I thought I would never even WANT to accomplish, was huge. Crossing that first finish line gave me a permanent confidence boost: "If I can finish a marathon, I can do ___________." I never would have thought, even after crossing that line, that I'd be here getting ready to take on marathon #4. The road hasn't always been easy, but there's no going back now!
Coming up to the finish line of Twin Cities!