By the time you read this, I will have faced every fear in the world and started the race.
I am literally shaking as I type. It’s not because I am afraid. It’s because I am so thankful I am not.
I have read and googled myself to death, let people tell me what I can and cannot do (and should and should not do and would and would not do) and it’s what I have been listening to my entire life. Today, I have just decided I am tired of it. I know I don’t know a lot of about running. I ran 10 miles without much breakfast, no little special gel packs and a few sips of water. I wasn’t checking my pace, I didn’t have on my special running socks that morning and I actually ran it indoors. That may not make me elite but it makes me determined. I was the determined every since the day Miles Blackwell left this earth, the day of the Rocket City Marathon and I was on the treadmill, running. I am doing this in memory of him. And in memory of the dreams I used to have before I started listening to people tell me what I couldn’t do.
Fifteen years ago, on November 11, 1997, I stepped on the scale and weighed the most I had ever weighed in my life, 232 pounds. Wouldn’t you know it, fifteen years later, I pick up my number for the race and it is my weight plus fifteen……a day before the anniversary of that date and two days for the fifteenth birthday of my own son, a runner….247. I also believe God is telling me He is in control 24/7 and I can just relax.