Today marks three years since my first half-marathon. I traversed the hills of Nashville, beat the tornado of 2010, and got a big fat medal. And I was hooked.
Three years ago, I was sweating that race out both mentally and physically. I had so much to prove to myself. I didn’t necessarily prove it that day, but over time it’s become less important to ‘prove’ anything, and more important to just… run.
It’s funny, how big changes happen incrementally. The fun and challenging goal of completing a half-marathon has, over the last 1,100 days turned into a running lifestyle for our family.
I couldn’t be more thrilled about that change. It’s made me healthier and happier. I’m more patient, and more energetic. Running is my best alone time, and often also my best shared time–with my husband, my kids, my sister, my brother-in-law, and my friends.
Happy Anniversary, Half-Marathon. I love you. Thanks for being awesome. I love to work hard for you, and I love how much you give back to me. No matter how many other distances I run, you’ll always have my heart, because you symbolize so much. Kiss kiss.
(PS This weekend is actually also the 12th anniversary of my fo’ real marriage to my incredibly supportive and amazing husband. Without him, I couldn’t run and race nearly as much. Thanks for kicking me out the door when my endorphins get too low, David. I love running… and life.. with you. Sniffle. Snerf.)