In the past 6 weeks, I have conquered my fear of heights at a Spartan Sprint, tested my trail feet on the Lost Dutchman 8k trail, completed my first 10K and started training for a triathlon sprint.
Lately, many of my races have forced me to face my fears and push myself beyond any point I ever dreamed of. Today, I felt it even more so.
Several months ago, a friend of mine encouraged me to sign up for the Kiss Me I’m Irish 17K race. I figured I had plenty of time to train, and in December when I registered, 4 months felt like an eternity.
I slowly have been increasing my mileage and cross-training to prevent injury and increase muscle. 2 weeks ago I ran my longest distance of 6.2 miles, and today I ran 10.64.
Many times throughout the race I felt drained, exhausted and in pain. But, I somehow found the strength to push through the pain from running in new shoes, and lack of previous mileage. Somehow, I was able to reach inside and pull out more.
I didn’t finish first, or even close to first. I actually finished towards the back of the pack. It was the best feeling ever. I had nothing left for the last tenth of a mile. I put my head down and counted 1,2,3,4. Then, I counted again and again and before I knew it, I had sprinted over the finish line.
I did it. I can’t believe I did it. And now, I’m already searching for the right half marathon so I can push myself farther.
I am learning so much about myself with each and every race. I don’t know why I waited so long to start running, but I am thankful that I now have running in my life.
Check out my full race review at: http://www.bibrave.com/races/kiss-me-i-m-irish-run