After I finished my last race six weeks ago, I went to hang out at my sister's house. My niece eagerly greeted me with, "So, did you win your race, Jill?"
It made me laugh, and I answered, "No, but I did really well."
See, she only understands winning and losing when it comes to races, but then again, she is only four. She doesn't understand that just finishing the race is a major victory. She doesn't understand that coming in 197th in that 5k actually means I won. As running expert and author John Bingham said, "The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle was that I had the courage to start."
Tomorrow I'm running in my first 10k, which is 6.2 miles. I won't be running the whole thing, I can guarantee you. I'm actually pretty nervous about it, because I've had some not-so-great runs this week. (See yesterday's post on Wasted Worry for more info)
Still, a year ago I was just starting to run, and I could not run more than two minutes at a time. Keeping that in mind, everything I do now is a victory. There is no way to lose.
I always run with my iphone, so if you want to send me some encouragement, I would love to get texts or even facebook messages (Those will be a little harder to check, but I might do it on a walk break) while I'm running. The race starts at 7:45 a.m. eastern time and will last until about 9 a.m. with the way I run.
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