I love racing in places that mean something to me, and tomorrow, I get to do just that.
Tomorrow I will be running in the place where I decided to take a leap of faith and try running again … a REAL try.
In 2005 I had been wogging with a friend 5 days a week after I worked out and dropped my H-Crew off at school. It was about a 3.5 mile distance when all was said and done. We would start at the far end of Ventura State beach, walking past the pier and all the surfers just north of there. It was a beautiful stretch of beach we came to love. On Saturdays I would go by myself around our home in Oxnard Shores. I would wog on the sand and at a park just south of our house. The sights, sounds and smells were things that I appreciated experiencing every morning I was out there. If I didn’t love the beach already, those mornings pretty much drove it home.
One Saturday morning as I looped around the park, IT struck me. I still remember exactly where I was and what I was looking at when I came to the conclusion that IT WAS TIME. Incidentally what I was looking at was nothing spectacular. Not an epic wave or beautiful flower. I was looking out toward the major street that was about 1/3 mile from me. My mind (and my heart) made a decision … I wanted to run.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I knew it would probably hurt at first. A LOT. And that it might not be something I could keep up with my back (thank you past doctors for putting that in my brain). But on THAT Saturday morning I looked across THAT park and asked god (half jokingly) if He could help me run just an 1/8 of a mile … without dying … and He did.
Yep, my running and racing journey began (AGAIN) with 1/8 (or there abouts) of a mile. It seems like nothing now … but it was HUGE to me then.
And honestly, it still is.
That moment when I decided to try (AGAIN) was filled with the fear of failure. I wanted to run again so badly but was worried I just wouldn’t be able to. I am not sure what made me try that day. What finally gave me the courage to do it, I will never know. But I can tell you this … whatever it was, I am thankful.
Today I am heading north and tomorrow morning I will run in the Ventura Marathon. My 6th marathon in less than two years. I will run where I wogged. I will run by our old house. And I will run by the park were all I had hoped for so long ago … has come true.
I guess sometimes all you need to live a dream is a little a hope, a prayer and an 1/8 of a mile … OH and believing that nothing is impossible doesn’t hurt either.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you get to go back to where it all began … again!!!