This week I have been reflecting a lot more on the half marathon. Whether that was through amazement that my body did that or even the discipline and strength the Lord equipped me with. It has left me in awe and grateful for everything that happened before, during, and after training.
Before I even began training I was nervous of course but also was excitedly anxious to get started. I was counting the weeks until the plan began and telling everyone I knew what I wanted to accomplish. It was a surreal moment of saying to myself, "Okay - so I have told everyone I am going to run the Bearathon, and now I actually have to do it." This meant I would also have to actively recover every day or my knees would flare up and I would not make it past training week 1.
It was rough at first during training - I am not going to lie. Running 3-5 miles seemed like an eternity and my body was still trying to get into running shape. I would be breathing heavily and needing to rest every so often. As I started to approach running distances over 7 miles I did notice it got a little easier every time. Do not get me wrong, the days I was not running were days I loved. But at the same time, on the days I was scheduled to run I would not dread doing it. I would even say I loved it.
Now looking back and being in my post-run 'era,' (as Taylor Swift fans, called Swifties, would say) I have had a lot of time to reflect and display gratitude to my body. The fact that the Lord gave me the strength and endurance to continue training is unbelievable. And then on top of that, the fact He carried me through the race was outstanding. I could not have done it alone and because I continued to talk to Him through the process and asked Him to lead me through running, it made all of the difference.
I would encourage everyone to try running because I do believe anyone can do it. Get outside and enjoy the weather!
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