Waking up to the sound of the alarm clock at 5:30am made it a reality. I was about to run 13.1 miles and participate in my first 1/2 marathon. This may be a walk in the park for some of you, but having been a girl who hated to run, it was an amazing thing.
There was this sense that God was about to do a work in me. I am just amazed while reflecting back how truly symbolic this event was.
The race started in my home town of Gig Harbor.
Beginning at a good pace, I slowly slipped to the back of the crowd. It felt like everyone passed me and I was a bit overwhelmed. It reminded of trying to climb the social ladder in grade school, which ironically was a weakness of mine. I was the girl that got teased and I got this hang up about being a "geek" long after I lost the "ugly duck" appearance. I finally allowed myself to fall back and said, "If you are going to do this...do it your way and not everyone elses."
Another symbolic event was making my way across Tacoma. This was my old stomping ground between the ages of 18-26.
10 miles that felt like they were endless and were at times so painful and discouraging. Thinking back to my single years, I remember the angst of working jobs I didn't necessarily like and hoping to meet Mr. Right and only meeting Mr. Wrong. At mile 11, I ran past a building I used to clean and I saw how far I have come and so thankful for the life that I have been given.
The third symbolism was the finish line being a mile from the church I got married.
At the age of 24 I went back to church and there I met this amazing girl who introduced me to her amazing brother and we fell in love. He believed in me and encouraged me to dream again.
Even though my life is where I want it to be, I still have the old mindset. I have moved on, but my thoughts still hold me back. This is what this race showed me.
Crossing the finish line was huge for me, because the words, "Finish" literally meant "It is finished."
I am done being a slave to, as a friend once put it, STINKIN' THINKIN'. Accomplishing this victory broke something in me and I now fully accept that the days of my old defeat are behind me and I am capable.
Like my race, that was a fight to complete, you might have a goal in your life that feels like 13 miles. Your body might be willing but a voice in you says, "no". I encourage you to not give up. It took one person to say that I could do it and I am saying this to you. You CAN do it. Don't let old failures or negative thoughts tell you that you can't. Victory is literally behind the door waiting for you.
Have you had a "victory" moment that changed you? Please share.
Has your mindset ever held you back or made you push through hard times?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011 8:00:00 AM