After reading my former roomie, and ICFH teammate, Meg’s guest post on Brownie’s blog, I was a combination of jealous, inspired and nostalgic. Jealous because I now want guest bloggers of my own, but more so inspired by the idea of having a friend speak for you–not necessarily about you, but for you, and about shared interests. Everyone has such a unique voice; it’s incredible the way a story can translate so differently for each person who tells it, and mean something so different to each one who hears it. And today my hope is that as you read this post, you find your own unique meaning in my message. [CONTINUE READING]
The days and weeks leading up to a race—injuries, anxiety, worries, nerves and duration of training aside—I always say to myself, “Why do I put myself through this misery? I’ll never do this again.” And yet here I am, registered for my second half marathon. And my first of 2012!
There’s a rush you get from a race. It’s indescribable. The adrenaline, the determination, the drive to finish. The emotional, all-consuming feeling of accomplishment that spreads from head to toe when you cross the finish line at top speed. Your goal, once an illusive thought and unrealistic expectation, now in plain sight. So real. So reachable.
And in this moment. When the goal you’ve trained for lies directly ahead…it’s only you that matters. You are in control. You’re doing this for you and you alone. Nothing else matters…in this moment.
Family, friends, fans and fellow runners seamlessly slip into the background. And get lost in it. Every face and shape in the crowd turns a translucent blur, as your eyes focus solely on the destination ahead.
Goals will be reached.
The finish line is in sight.
You will reach your goal.
So go on.
You’ve earned it.
If you have your mind set on a goal, you can, and you will, achieve it.