This isn’t your typical “look how I’ve changed” Tuesday where I show you a picture of me x amount of years ago and then one of me now. Instead, its story time for you fine folks.
Once upon a time, I was a much slower runner. How slow, you ask? People (fast people)can run a marathon in the time I could do only a half, that is how slow. I ran my first half marathon in 2008: The Hyannis Half Marathon. I had already been a runner for about 8 years, so I don’t know why I was not yet interested in getting faster-I think I simply didn’t care about speed.
This half marathon made me pretty darn happy to finish. I was practically delirious because I was so tired afterwards, but I remember being so happy. (there is nothing like crossing the finish line!) Finish lines are just magical moments, aren’t they? I didn’t give my time a second thought-it was done and i was happy (and RUNGRY!)
Anyway, these are my results for my first ever half marathons in 2008&2009: Both Hyannis Half Marathon.
I even hunted down a pic from that first half:
Fast forward a few years. I still hadn’t done another half, but I’d done about ten more marathons, successfully bringing my PR to a 3:54. It’s fall 2013 and as I train for the Baystate Marathon, on a whim I decided I wanted to do another 13.1. I searched local races and found the Applefest Half Marathon in Hollis NH.
I had zero time goals for this race. Well, I looked up my times for my 2 prior and I knew I had to beat it. But that’s not really a “time goal”. I was getting faster and I knew I had a pretty good shot at breaking 1:45 since I had done a 13 mile training run in that same time.
I ran that race and was so happyduring it. I couldn’t stop smiling because I felt like I was doing great. When I crossed that finish line with a 1:43 I was hooked on the half marathon distance-considering that most of my races had been full marathons-it felt so short and so easy. (If you are comparing 13.1 to a full 26.2-Let’s be real: it is)
Somewhere in between then and now, It’s become my solid mission to obtain a 1:3x half. I want to beat my worst half time by an hour. I’m telling you this story because I’m sure you have wondered, at some point, why I’m so obsessed with getting faster. You might think
I’m just a weirdo it’s just because I once was a whole lot slower, but it’s so much more than that. It’s not just about times and paces but it’s about being the best runner I can possibly be. On my quest to BQ and run Boston on my own, I have dedicated myself to tapping into my full potential. There is a quiet beauty and amazement in what the human body is capable of, and I know I can accomplish so much more. I like to push myself because I know my body responds well to hard work, and I am slowly seeing it pay off.
When I decided to do a winter marathon this year, Hyannis was my first choice. I remembered it’s flat course, and I like the area-it was a no brainer. It meant a lot to me to have set my current PR on that same course: a 3:45 full marathon when I had done a 2:33 half 6 years before- nearly an hour better and 13.1 miles more.
Because my start as a runner was slow- I obviously had to work hard. For some, their genes scream “runner” because they may come from a long line of gazelles. But mine did not. (although I am sure I will one day pop out little runner cherubs who want to race with their momma 😉)
I guess I decided to write this story because everyday someone tells me they wish they were as fast as me. It never gets old to hear that, and I find it so flattering. I’m not looking for approbation from you after you read this, either. I just wanted to write a little post about it because I love to read about other bloggers journeys SO much, and this is a little piece of mine. When I publish my different pics from my runs on my Instagram or, even on here, I’m not trying to be a braggart-I follow a ton of bloggers who are on the same journey as me-seeking their own BQ to blaze the path to Boston. I find inspiration everywhere, from runners of all shapes, sizes, and fitness levels, and I aspire to give inspiration back. It means something very powerful to me to someday be able to say the words
“I BQ’d to enter the race.”
It’s the motivation behind all these hard runs I’ve been doing, and the fire under my feet. Getting my own BQ took ahold of me a long time ago and has never relinquished it’s grasp: eyes on the prize.
So one more pic-the reason this post is titled “Transformation Tuesday”:
How have you transformed yourself?