I was crazy to do it once, so why not do it again?

A few years ago I ran a half marathon. It was an out of body experience. After I finished, I was so proud of myself yet at the same time I felt damn crazy for paying to put myself through a grueling 13.1 miles. I was crazy to do it once, so why would I do it again…right? I mean I’m not a true runner… I honestly did not even train much for the first one, so why did I think I could do a second…

I don’t really know. For some reason, I signed myself up for a second half marathon. I feel as if maybe I wanted to prove something to myself once more. There’s something about being on the open road, just you and the pavement… when all you want to do is give up but somehow, someway, you find the strength deep within you that you didn’t know you had – to keep those legs moving. A lot goes through your head and a small war occurs all within your mind, to stop or to not stop? To keep going or to give up? When giving up is an option, most people fight against it and that is just what I did. This specific half marathon was up and down hills and at some points I wanted to quit. But you somehow convince yourself to do one more mile, one more step even…and then before you know it, you’re done. That 13.1 miles that felt IMPOSSIBLE to accomplish at times throughout your run? Is in the past. Strength and determination that you did not know you had? Is in the present. I finished this half in 2 hours and 24 minutes. It was tough, it was a challenge, but I have learned that nothing is impossible (for the second time). Anything you put your mind to, you can do


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