Well folks, it’s one week away from race day, and it’s hard to believe that in one week’s time, I will have completed my first official 5km race (insert holy shit face alongside my excited holy shmoly face). A few more runs this week and I will be as prepared as I could ever be. I know I’ve got this.
Today however, is a momentous day. Not only is it Thanksgiving, and I am going to be celebrating with family, but it’s also the day that a dream was realized.
I have a few running routes I like to use, but my all time favourite is a 6.4km trail that runs alongside a waterfront in my city. I used to always say, “I wish I could run this whole trail” or, “I can only dream of the day that I will run this whole trail.” Well, today, that dream came true.
As I sit here and type it out, I still don’t believe it. Was it the hardest thing I’ve ever done? Heck yes. I battled demons today that I haven’t had in my mind for a long time. For the first 3km’s there was a war happening in my brain – a constant nattering of, “who are you kidding? you can’t do this” or my all time favourite, “who do you think you are? you’re too fat for this shit.” Thankfully, running with Coach IronNan (this is reference to my long time friend N who like me, started off small, and now serves as an inspiration as she holds the title of IronMan) coaxed my positive brain into action and reminded me that I was actually running and didn’t show any sign of quitting. As she would say, “Uhhh, you’re doing it Alex.” She’s straight up. I love that about her.
It’s weird. When I ran 5km four days ago and I wrote my previous post, I was on such a running high. It was pure joy. Today, I am absolutely humbled to have even stepped foot onto the path. It’s a whole other kind of emotion. I guess it’s fitting since it’s Thanksgiving. I am just so thankful to have been surrounded by such beautiful scenery and of course to be running with one of the greatest cheerleaders a gal could ask for, but most of all, I am so thankful I found the courage in myself to go the distance and bust out my longest run to date.
Dear 6.4km: I hated you at first but now, you hold a special place in my heart. YOU my dear friend, are my medal of victory, and on this gloomy October day, you’ve managed to give me the greatest gift of all…the gift of knowing dreams DO come true.