With my half marathon just over a month away, I’ve been thinking a bit more about what the whole training experience has meant to me. I mean…I went from running one minute at a time back in April (and barely being able to finish some of those first few runs) to doing a 10 mile race just over a week ago and have 18km on my long run plan for this weekend.
I’ve PR’d my 5K time not once, but 3 times now.
I’ve been running training runs faster than my former race pace.
I’ve felt strong.
I’ve felt empowered.
I’ve felt pain, lack of motivation and doubt as well.
But here I am. Pushing forward. Blisters, sore knees and lots of sweat.
I’m living the example I want my boys to follow. Showing them with my own sweat and tears that it’s not always easy, but it is always worth it.
I’m laying the foundation of the legacy I want to leave them with.
It’s about more than the “body after baby”. It’s about more than trying to look all bad-ass and getting my body back.
It’s about never quitting. Never giving up on myself. Never letting the doubts keep me from going after what I know I can accomplish.
I’m not going to be the best, or the fastest or the fittest. But when my boys struggle in life, I’ll be able to look at them with confidence and say:
“Sure you can conquer that dream. Look what Mama was able to do.”