Last year, I had set a goal for myself. A monumental task that I wanted to achieve. A stepping stone on the way to a greater, grander goal I had for myself even further down the line.
To run a half marathon. 13.1 miles. As a number, 13.1 isn’t the least bit intimidating…Maybe a little superstitious, but a number that is relatively small- easy to count out, just one more than a dozen. But when you add in miles after it, suddenly the number seems daunting…unachievable. 13.1 miles laughed in my face last year. It taunted me as I struggled to build up my millage on the treadmill (NOT the best way to train for any type of a race). It laughed in my face as I came up with excuse after excuse as to why I could never seem to get my butt, or legs for that matter, in gear.
I blamed my shoes…the treadmill…my busy schedule…the cold…the heat…the list of excuses went on and on. And finally I blamed myself. My lack of confidence. Not believing in myself. Giving up before even trying…the REAL reasons as to why this hefty goal had not been met.
So this year, I’m going to try again. I am going be confident. I am going to believe in myself. I am not going to give up. This year I will tackle my first half marathon. I will be successful, even if I have to crawl across the finish line. I will run 13.1 miles.