I did it. I ran a half marathon. Slowly, but I did it. In the past six months I've switched jobs to work at a company where most of the employees graduated from ivy league schools, so I feel like I suck; commuting over two hours a day and spending so much less time with my kids, so I feel like I suck; and feeling so overwhelmed with shit that I've forgotten my family's birthdays and my own anniversary, so I know I suck. But I can run and I'm good at it. I'm slow, but I love it and that makes it fun and worth the aches and pains. And today I went out to run the SF Giants 10k, but I didn't turn around at the 3 mile mark - I kept going, and I kept my crappy little pace for 13 miles and I did it. My knee feels broken, I'm chafed in places I didn't think I could be chafed, and I know halfs are seen as lame, but I did it and I kind of feel like I don't suck. And the "likes" and comments I got on Facebook today when I'd posted I'd finished overwhelmed me. So, even though as I was finishing up my last mile (a bit misty eyed) and realized most of the people running with me looked less fit than the group in my last weight watchers meeting, I still think, just for today, that I don't suck - I fucking rock.
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You do absolutely, completely, without a doubt, rock.
I had no idea you were doing a 1/2. The ones that say running a half is lame... well they belong in a category all their own. A half is an amazing achievement that few can accomplish.
You've inspired me to try to make it to a 5k now.... and you're still my biggest inspiration to become an amazing modern mother.... and to keep working at a career that inspires me.
So, rock on knowing we all love you and that those sacrifices that you make inspire us all.
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