Running is my superpower
I am a fitness enthusiast and love a challenge. In 2012, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I decided to run a full 26.2 mile marathon. I endured 4 months of strenuous running. I remember some people even being negative about me deciding to run a marathon. I heard comments like ” That’s crazy” or ” You shouldn’t do that”. But despite the criticism, I still ran. Some days I ran 8 miles; other days I ran 18 miles. There were many days I was tired but I knew I had to still run because it was all part of my preparation to attain my goal of completing a marathon. At the end of the four months of intense training, the time had finally come…..
Start of the Race
On October 22, 2012, at 6am, the gun sounded which signaled the beginning of the race. As I took off running, my aunt was by my side. We decided to run the marathon together. We both kept the same pace until the mile 12. After mile 12, our pace changed. We could no longer run side by side. I wanted to slow down because I felt like since we trained together, we should finish together. After careful thought, I realized that I had to keep going. I kept my pace and decided to run my own race….
The toughest part
As I continued to run, I remained focused. My body began to cramp and my legs became extremely heavy. As the crowd roared, I pushed myself past the pain and discomfort. Mile 18 was the hardest for me. It was at this mile, that my body reached an all time low. Feeling depleted of energy reserves, I felt like I had nothing left to give. As I began to shed a tear from exhaustion, I noticed my father on the sideline. What even surprised me more is that he started running on the sideline right next to me. I shouted to him ” Dad, I wish you could have ran with me”. He responded, ” This was not my race to run… It was yours.” At that moment, he stopped running on the sideline and I kept going. At this point, I knew I had come too far to quit……. I could no longer run with my legs, I had to run with my heart and spirit.
The finish line
As I approached the long awaited finish line that took me 4 hours and 7 minutes to reach, tears came streaming down my face. I thought about my life and all the similarities my life had to this race. I thought about the individuals that started with me but could not finish with me because their ” pace” was no longer my “pace”. I thought about the obstacles that came my way; I thought about the critics and the naysayers. Despite all of the opposition, I finished….
That day I realized the importance of believing in myself and running my own race. Not just in a marathon, but more importantly in life.