Always go with the choice that scares you the most, because that’s the one that is going to require the most from you – Caroline Myss
36 hours in a van. Run, eat, sleep?..
What a good time.
This experience really changed my life. Changed how I view my body and myself. Made me realize that I am powerful that I can do anything I decide to. That I am no longer watching life from the sidelines.
I am strong.
That being said, it was hard.
(If you aren't interested in a crazy, long-ish race recap skip the rest of this and know the race was awesome.)
So, we got in a van and drove to Las Vegas (9 hours).
Checked into our motel and tried to sleep didn't really happen becasue I was too nervous about "what I had got myself into."
The next morning we got in that van travelled to the meeting spot and had our "team meeting."
I was in van 2 so we would have a few hours before we started running.
Our van started running that evening- as runner 9 I was the third one out for our van. It was way colder than I expected it to be in Las Vegas and was glad that I had bought a new running jacket, boy did I ever need it.
My first run was labled "easy" and was only 2.9 miles so I really thought it would be the easiest one for me and would be a good "start" to this crazy race I had signed up for.
I'll be danged if it wasn't just getting dark when I started running, the wind was blowing in my face most of the way and it was ALL FREAKING UP HILL!
I'm telling you I had to give myself a major pep talk, and if there hadn't been 11 other people counting on me I would of quit right then and there.
I just knew that I wouldn't be able to complete my other "legs" that were labeled moderate and hard if the "easy" one about killed me off. I finished that run at my scheduled 12 minute mile pace. It was hard. My lungs were on fire. My spirit was pretty low.
What I will tell you is that my next run happened at about 4 am. It was freezing cold and I was determined.
It was easier. Mostly because mentally I had decided that there was no way in hell I was going to quit. I also beat my "pace."
I accomplished something this weekend I only thought was a dream.
Our race lasted about 36 hours. We had very little sleep, didn't make the best food choices, and had a BLAST!
Can't wait for the next one and too see what else I can accomplish in this "new life" I have.
It isn't your job to like me, it is mine. Byron Katie