I had previously downloaded Dean Koontz's book BREATHLESS to my iPhone. I switched it on and immediately got drawn into the story. I forgot about the pain in my neck and arm. I forgot about the time. I forgot about the long miles ahead.
At the 4.5-mile mark my daughter called to let me know she and her family were at the 5-mile hydration station. I told her I wasn't sure I had it in me to go the distance.
“Are you going to quit?” she asked.
“Not yet,” I answered. I could walk and as long as I could, I’d stay in the race. It didn't matter how I got to the finish line - run, walk, crawl, I'd get the same medal as those who finished hours before me.
I met Lynn, Jeff, two of my grandchildren, and my Sweetie at the mile-9/10 mark.
I ran the race exactly as I had trained. I walked when I wanted to walk. I ran when I wanted to run. There was no pressure to do one more than the other.
|A prengnat woman is|
For this marathoner, the accomplishment was not crossing the finish line. The real accomplishment was crossing the starting line.
What’s the take away?
You are the sum total of your life experiences. Those early defeats build character. Those early disappointments fuel your passion for success. Those early regrets teach you that even though you might fail, not trying is worse. As I said on this blog a few days ago, I couldn’t have lived with the regret had I not put my toe on the starting line. Before you give up on anything, be sure you can live with the decision.
Am I glad I raced and would I do it again?
Yes and yes. Who wouldn’t want to see another B-2 Stealth bomber flyover?
Keep writing and running, Kathy