This past weekend I ran my first ever half marathon after training for three-months. It was overwhelming, scary, exciting and fun all at the same time. The night before the race I was a bundle of nerves. Why? Beats me. Back in the day I played competitive sports and you would think that some of that mental control would have remained somewhere in my brain. Apparently it didn’t.
Since it’s all still sinking in, I’ll just share a few things I’ve realized so far and these are much more self-reflective than I was expecting, I thought I would just be dead-tired.
One of the biggest things that I have realized is that I am an athlete. Not an athlete like say Serena Williams, but an athlete in the sense that I love a physical challenge and that expenditure of energy actually makes me feel extremely confident, self-assured and ready for any challenge.
I’m also feeling finally ok with being such a mish-mash of things. For the longest time I’ve wanted to say, “I’m ____ (fill in with appropriate term)” but I could never pick just one thing. I’m an editor, writer, fashion-lover, traveller, photographer, creator, digital geek, adventurer, thinker, goofball, runner, dancer (oh yeah) and lots more and this is just fine with me because I can be all of those things at the same time.
And, though I have always known this, I am surrounded by some seriously amazing people (online and off) who have come out in droves with words of encouragement, support and positive energy that has really affected me and reminded me we have a choice in how we look at things and that choice can make all the difference.
If you want to know more about the actual race, it was good, I finished in the time I wanted to and the first thing I thought after I crossed the finish line was, “When can I run another one?”