It began last fall, when I sat down and really thought about the fact that, in 2014, I would celebrate a milestone birthday. As always the good and disciplined over-thinker, I started pondering my life and what I wanted to do to celebrate the amazing unfolding of my story. I wanted to do something very radical, something way out of anything I thought I could ever do and so I decided to run a half marathon at a Disney Park.
Now, having never really run before, and for sure, having never liked it the few times I tried, I knew it would take a lot of courage, digging deep and sorting out of myself. I bought a "couch to 5K" book and read it, from start to finish. I then lamented to a friend, "I can't do this! I can't run a 5K let alone a half marathon". She gently suggested I start reading the book again, but instead of hurrying through to the end, maybe just turn one page at a time and live that page. She assured me the rest would take care of itself. And so I began, running a minute (sure my iPhone timer had broken because, truly, it was the longest minutes of my life) and walking three; round and round my back yard with the dogs cheering me one with glee. My minutes began to get longer, so I moved it out to the ranch where I walked and ran (my coach calling it "wogging") around my pastures. Yes, I hired a coach to guide me and hold me accountable....somebody who had been there and done that to hold the hand of this serious never before runner. My son "caught" me one day and I had to confess to him my shenanigans. As the minutes of running got longer, I began to hit the road.
Eventually I had to get my family involved in my plan. There were races to run to prepare me for the big dance and I needed help to pull my plan off. It's not like I wanted to be secretive, it was just that the journey of finding myself was so private. I did not want anyone "trying" to hold me accountable or quizzing me on my progress. I wanted to dig deep and do the hard work for myself. I found myself taking baby steps into the knowing of the world of me. My first race was a 5k to benefit the K-9 police unit in Stayton......my biggest fear of being last with the race closed down before I could cross the finish line was just that...an unfounded fear.
My trip to Wyoming turned out to be something other than what I had dreamed of when I made those original plans. Bella was sore, Nell was sick of me....the journey was more about me finding joy in the journey than it was about any placement, point outcome. My runs were priceless:
|running in Idaho|
|ranch running outside Buffalo, Wyoming|
|running the trails of Buffalo, Wyoming|
|Kaycee, Wyoming's red road running|
|the roads of home|
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This journey of life is truly amazing.......made ever sweeter by those who share the road. Thank you for sharing mine.
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