while carrie & i spent most of our days during the walt disney world marathon weekend dressed as snow white & tinker bell. we did wake up early one morning, donned our polka dots & participated in the inaugural walt disney world 10K.
considering i had had surgery seven weeks prior, that i had only ran three times during those seven weeks, the furthest of which being only four miles – i knew i wouldn’t be breaking any records that morning. but i didn’t anticipate how hard the race would be.
i don’t know if it was my asthma, the humidity, the fact that i was sick – or a combination of all three. but i really struggled that morning.
in the last year & a half i’ve ran over 10 half marathons, 5 marathons (qualifying for boston twice), several relays, 10Ks & 5Ks. & yet, that morning, finishing 6.2 miles felt nearly impossible.
once that beautiful medal was hung around my neck, suddenly all the pain, all the struggles & all the tears i had experienced during those miles were forgotten, replaced with feelings of pride & accomplishment.
at the end of the day, “whether it’s a 15 minute mile or a 7 minute mile, it’s still a mile.”
i just have to remember that “it doesn’t get easier, you just get better.” & as long as i keep putting one foot in front of the other, i too will get better, & hopefully a wee bit faster.