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It’s freaking hot outside. And my A/C is broken which means my mojo has evaporated away in the heat (#firstworldproblems) so I’m super happy to have a guest post today from a super fabulous lady I’ve gotten to know via the power of the interwebz. She’s a total rock star and inspiration. I hope you enjoy her post! Oh and this crazy cat let me actually write on her blog so check it out at here.
Hello to all you Striding Mom fans! My name is Courtney and I blog over at Journey Of A Dreamer.
I blog about running, CrossFit, and my journey to lose weight. I’m a fellow Sweat Pink Ambassador of Sheila’s. Today we are swapping blogs!
To be honest, I’m a bit intimidated to be guest posting here at Striding Mom. After reading just a few of her posts I had to walk away from the computer to keep myself from peeing my pants laughing. She is hilarious! I don’t know that I can be anywhere near as funny as she is, but I’ll try to be half as entertaining.
We all have things in our life that we aren’t proud of. Luckily, I’m not here to talk about any of those with you. I wanted to share one of my proudest achievements and what it took to me there (aka- let me brag for a minute about how awesome I am…)
A little background on myself: I have always been overweight and avoided exercise like the plague until after giving birth to my baby girl over 2 years ago. I started “running” (a term I use loosely at the pace I was going) a few months after she was born. I had run before but mostly because I had to, not because I enjoyed it. Something clicked this time and I loved running. I joked that someday I would run a marathon, and if I was going to run 26.2 miles I was going to do it on the happiest place on earth: Disney World!
After joking about it for awhile while talking to my husband one day the joking turned serious. Even though I hadn’t ever run more than 6 miles, in June 2011 I signed up to run the 2012 Walt Disney World Marathon. I trained for 6 months. I went for long runs in the dead of winter. I ran, I sweat, I froze, I cried (a lot). One of my long runs left me sitting on the side of the road in tears wondering why I, at over 200lbs was even attempting to run a marathon. After my pity party I got back up and finished the rest of my run. I was determined.
Fast forward to Race Day. I was scared out of my mind. The weather was warm, my stomach was in knots, and I had to pee like every 30 seconds from drinking so much water.
I started out strong, filled with adrenaline, and determined to finish. For every person that ever told me I couldn’t. Plus- I was at Disney World! So I was having a blast! Running through Cinderella’s Castle at Magic Kingdom was amazing.
While I wish I had some awesome triumphant finish line story to share with you as my proudest achievement, I don’t.
After mile 21 I was the first person they stopped due to time cut off. The person in front of me by a few seconds got to keep going. Myself, and everyone behind me, got put on buses and taken to the finish line about 4.5 miles away. While I struggled with it at first, I decided that I would still look at this race as my proudest achievement.
As a 200+lb female who avoided running the majority of my life I had the courage to dream big. I signed up and ran in a MARATHON. I may not be happy with the results, but I am proud of the journey I took to even get to that starting line. I learned a lot about racing AND about myself and what I am capable of. And mark my words… I will go back to Disney and Finish that race someday.
What is your proudest achievement and what did it take to get you there?