I know I promised holiday themed posts, but this one still classifies. The holiday season starts in November, so I justify this, and I really wanted to share.
At the beginning of November, I participated in my first ever race. I’m not a runner, nor am I the fittest person you’ve ever met. Though, I’ve always wanted to participate in a 5K. I can’t say much about anything higher than that — maybe one day.
So, in speaking to a coworker of mine, I decided, “What the heck; I have nothing to lose.” I signed up for the Hot Cider Hustle in our nation’s capital and began to train.
Some might not have needed to practice for this race, but before this, I hadn’t run on the treadmill for longer than ten minutes. I looked up the average running time for a 5K — 30 mins — and thought, “That shouldn’t be that hard to get to before the race.” I had about a month to get there, but I was in for a sweet surprise. I started to run as perspiration began to melt off my face. I was hot in a matter of minutes. I looked down at the treadmill to only see one mile down. It was going to be a long night. As I finished, all I could feel was the trickling of sweat down my spine and my breathing heightened.
“I have to do this again,” I thought. My time was only forty some odd minutes. I couldn’t possibly run that slow. The race only allotted 45. I was adamant in pushing on. I constantly came to the gym as much as I could to get better and faster and stronger. My time slowly went down. It wasn’t a drastic change, but it was gradually consistent.
The day of the race, I was ready. The goal was to make it to the end no matter the outcome. I passed the finish line with 37 minutes on my clock and a smile on my face. Although I didn’t reach my goal, that was my fastest time yet. The caramel apple and apple cider didn’t hurt either.
Always strive for more. Always reach further. Shoot for the stars, and you just might land amongst the clouds.