I crossed the finish line of my first marathon, the Chicago Marathon.
A lot of other people who ran last year posted yesterday about it being a year ago, but I’m considering it a year ago by date, not by this year’s running of the marathon, if that makes sense. 10.10.10 is a day and a date that I will never forget, so I couldn’t ignore the date today!
A year ago, I learned that I could do anything I put my mind to.
I could run an entire marathon–in oppressive heat. (I then wrote on Woman’s Day about running a marathon in serious heat.)
I could push through the heat and the discomfort and any desire to stop, and I could get to that damn finish line. If it killed me. (At mile 18, I stopped to stretch, nearly started crying and for just one half of a second, thought about not finishing. Then I pulled myself together, gave myself a pep talk, like, out loud, and got on my not-so-merry way.)
I could go to Chicago and share a room with two girls I’d never met, and one I’d only met twice before–and have an amazing time.
I could fly back from Chicago without taking Xanax. (Mostly just because I was too sick to. I was terrified that Xanax + DayQuil would equal some terrible reaction.)
A lot has changed in the past year, but nothing can take away from the fact that I am a marathoner. I have completed one marathon, and in just 26 days, I will complete my second marathon. I like to think I’ve become a stronger person for all of this.
What’s made you stronger/what’s a date you’ll never forget? (Weddings/birth of your baby don’t count, sorry. Those are givens.)