There were more than a few people surprised when, 3.5 days prior to the event, I decided to run a 5k.
I mean, its the worst kept secret that I hated running. I hated that I had to wear shoes for it, and I hated how it made my body feel – it triggered my shoulder injuries, my lower back injuries, and my knee injury. It just hurt. And when something hurts, you don’t enjoy it. At least I don’t.
So when I dropped this last minute decision, there were a few people legitimately wondering if I had lost my mind, or if I was tipsy off wine, or if something had possessed me, haha. I mean after all, I am very vocal about running and how I am not a fan, so I don’t blame them!
But something beautiful has happened to me in the last few years – the ones since I started my Beachbody journey. I made myself a priority, and made consistent, regular exercise a must – a priority, one I definitely do not skimp on. And in doing so, I have strengthened my body, especially my core, and many of my prior injuries are no longer triggered. This was first made evident by my ability to finish programs, but especially evident on my Hammer & Chisel journey – that program is challenging, and strenuous, and I was worried I couldn’t handle it, but I rocked it — TWICE!
So with this stronger core, I have gained strength, and confidence in myself. When you pair that with the self esteem, confidence, and BELIEF in myself that my Beachbody journey and all of my personal development has given me in the past almost 3 years… nothing really seems so far out of range now. I mean, I wouldn’t sign up to run a marathon tomorrow, because even I have limits (and having seen several friends train for them, I KNOW you have to train and train hard!), but suddenly a 5k didn’t seem SO daunting anymore.
I have wanted to run one for SO long. I haven’t really told anyone that because again, I hate(d) running. But when an opportunity presented itself less than 4 days before the event, I pounced on it. A few years ago I might have pounced on it and then worried about biting off more than I could chew, doubted myself, second guessed myself… and I probably would have chickened out. But I have come so far – I feel so much more capable, and I am aware that MY journey doesn’t have to match anyone else’s. So I applied that to the race – from the second I agreed to do it, I promised myself that I was only going to do my best, not beat myself up if that was less than ideal, HAVE FUN DOING IT, and finish, no matter how long it took me. It was only ever MY pace, MY race.
No second guessing myself. No harsh criticism. No worrying, no losing sleep over it, and NO DOUBTS.
I’m hooked. I got the bug. It felt amazing to run it, it felt amazing to finish it. Oh, and it still feels amazing now, because this was a huge deal for me.
In the few days leading up to the event, I did my best to prepare myself, still promising myself that it didn’t matter what my time was, the goal was to cross the finish line.
My biggest takeaway here is that it is TRULY mind over matter. I will admit that somewhere around the halfway mark, my stomach started cramping a little bit, and catching my breath was a little harder, but I kept going. I gave myself a pep talk while running and I focused on my breathing.
I finished because I put my mind to it. And for someone who has always been quick to doubt herself and her abilities, this is huge! I can do ANYTHING I set my mind to. And on October 22, 2016, I PROVED that to myself.