One year ago this month I ran my first 5K. Well it was not technically my first since I used to run and did the occasional 5K for a good cause but this was my first one in probably 15 years. But after diving into fitness to help me cope with my grief, I can’t explain how running made me feel. It was as if I found myself again. It was also a way to give back and advocate for causes I believe in when doing races for charity.
When I lost my job, running seemed like the only thing that made sense. When I run, I feel free. Free from all my worries and stress. It’s just me and the my feet hitting the pavement while I listen to my favorite music. I love the feeling of the wind in my face and the road under my feet. It doesn’t matter how fast I go, if I win or lose. I often think about the people I pass or when the ones behind me or next to me and what their story may be. We are strangers and we have no idea what we may have overcome to get to this point. Running has comforted and healed me. It has showed me that I am physically capable of more than I ever thought was possible.
When I signed up for the Baltimore 1/2 marathon, I had other experienced runners tell me it was a challenging and hilly course. I was asked if I was part of a training group because I probably needed the support, etc. I blocked out all the comments and suggestions because I enjoy training alone and I obviously enjoy a challenge now too (see this post). I downloaded the Hal Higdon 1/2 marathon training app and began to train.
And on October 12th, I did it! I ran 13 point 1 miles and I never stopped until the end.