As I wrote this post out, I am quickly running out of time (deadline is September 23rd!). However, I am almost three-quarters of the way to one hundred.
I was the girl who hated P.E. in middle and high school, I can still hear the PE teacher berating me in front of my classmates and the classes eating lunch who were watching, over how I couldn’t finish the mile in the give amount of time.
I was one of only a few in my class who didn’t get one of those little feet doo-dads that went on your tennis shoe laces. You know the ones? You got them from the school when you hit so many miles.
When our cheer coach decided to punish us for talking in formation, I struggled so hard with running the laps she gave us.
When another cheer coach tried to institute a new training method mid-season, and made us do tons and tons of “popcorns” and run bleachers until practice was over. I was the girl who was sick the entire way home. Which was the longest forty-five minutes ever, by the way.
All of these experiences, and more I am sure I have blocked out, have made me appreciate my body, this project and this process so much more.
This has been humbling.
This has been motivating.
This has given me so much. Time to myself. Time to think. Something to focus on. A chance to prove to myself that I am no longer that girl mentioned above, I can be this woman who enjoys running, who is teaching herself to enjoy getting miles and miles in!
I can’t tell you how good that feels!
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