My goal for my 4th half marathon: to run (13.1) happy.
From the moment I went to bed on Saturday night, to the moment the alarm clock rang at 4:50am — I didn’t feel nervous. I felt ready. I felt happy.
Upon meeting up with Christine for the drive down to Providence, we chatted about our goals (goal-less, truly) for this race, both agreeing that running a happy race was our #1 priority. And Sam readily agreed when we met up with her in the parking lot near the starting line.
It just felt…right. That we were all in this to run happy, proud, strong. Much, much, much less focus on numbers than ever before. For any of us. (of course, there is now a big ‘ol number in my head after the fact, but let’s get there first, shall we?)
And that difference? The focus on running happy miles? It put me in the exact right mindset for this race.
…I felt trust.
Trust that my body would carry me through the miles.
Trust that my mind would quiet, allowing me to run freely, proudly.
Trust that I wouldn’t hit that wall, that I’d power through.
Trust in Scott who would push me when I’d start to fall into my comfy little pace on him.
Trust in my training.
Trust in me.
And that, my friends, is what carried me through 13.1 — along a beautiful course in Providence where I’m damn proud to say that I killed every hill that crossed my path and powered through the miles, never once hitting the wall (not truly anyway, though miles 9-11 felt like forever), finally trusting my body to do the work. Doubt was left in the dust.
So when I say that I CRUSHED my goal for this half marathon? It’s true. I have never felt prouder or stronger in my life.
(Pre-race — ready to rock it out)
(Post-race — those are some happy runners, huh??)
Now. Let’s talk numbers. Just for a sec. I finished this race in 2:03:10, that’s about a 2-minute PR off my last half marathon, and a mere 3 minutes from a secret reach-goal of mine. (Yes, I had a secret reach goal!).
I hate to say it but I just can’t help it. I have a goal in mind now that, yes, is very much numbers-driven. I want a sub-2 half marathon. So badly. It was just three teeny tiny minutes away today. Three. I can eat those three minutes. I KNOW I can.
So now what? Is there another half marathon in my future before the big 26.2?
…I think there may be.
As Scott said to me after the race (and he is SO right) — “If you met every goal the first time you tried for it, life would be boring.”
So here’s to living as un-boring a life as possible. One filled with infinite possibilities. No limits, whatsoever. One where I’m always game for reaching and re-reaching for dreams and goals until I capture them. And one where for now? I’m drinking in these moments. The post-race glow — a glow driven by pride and joy, above all else. ❤