Sunday, December 04, 2011

There have been times that I have really hated my body, hated my legs, hated myself for not being able to run as long or far as I wanted, kind of hated who I was in general.

Yesterday morning I ran 20 miles. That’s 32.1 km. That’s 200 laps around a typical indoor track. That was 3 hours and 20 minutes of nonstop running. Ever since I decided last March that I was going to run a marathon, I said I could never picture myself ever doing 20 miles. I even still said that 2 weeks ago. You run 10 miles and you are only half way done? holy crap.

Well I did it, and have never in my life been so happy with myself. I loved my body. For being the weight it is now to run that, for my heart and lungs being as healthy as they are to run for almost 3.5 hours. I love my legs. obviously, I couldn’t have done that without them. They took me about 32,000 running steps. Watching the victoria’s secret fashion show last weekend, I know I lot of girls where seriously envying those models legs. But I’d rather have mine. For what I have trained them to do and honestly, I like the muscle in them.

I have a very big sense of accomplishment losing the weight, but the feeling I felt when I hit 20 miles yesterday was unreal. March of 2010 I went for my first run in a few years. 1/4 of a mile and I was dead. I just went 80 times farther. And for the first time in my life, I feel confident that I can finish the marathon.

Don’t look at anything fitness wise and think you can’t do it. There were times when people told me running would get easier and I would build up my endurance and I flat out didn’t believe it. I really never thought I could get past 3 miles and it took me a while to get there. You can train your body to do amazing things.

There is no finish line. Hope less, Kick harder. Dreams start, Guts finish. emoticon
Share This Post With Others
Member Comments About This Blog Post