I recently stumbled across something that I couldn’t keep to myself. It was just too good.
It was 2005.
I was in college.
I knew I liked running, but wasn’t “serious” about it.
So I signed up for a half marathon. The Nike Women’s Half Marathon, to be exact.
Being that this race was over seven years ago, I had promptly forgotten all about it. I don’t recall my race goals or training, in fact I don’t even think I had any, and I think I had to stop, borrow a stranger’s phone and go back to find Chicken Face during the race. But the one thing that I was recently reminded of (thank you, Athlinks) was my time:
When I found this today, I smiled.
I continued to dig and found my half marathon results to look a little like this: 2:29, 1:56, 2:01, 1:45, 1:41, etc. More smiling.
I smiled because it reminded me that we all have to start somewhere and it takes time to progress. This summer, my goal is to break 1:30 and when I didn’t do it at the Oakland half, I was upset. Boo-freaking-hoo.
What happened to that girl from 2005? I’m pretty sure my goal back then was just to finish. And you know what the funny thing is? I know that I finished and was grinning ear to ear because I did it! I didn’t care about my time, didn’t put added pressure on myself to perform, wasn’t throwing a freaking tantrum because I missed a goal and I wore that Tiffany’s necklace with pride.
Finding this gem today reminds me that not only do we all start somewhere, but we should all be proud of that start, because it is…a start!
I’m going to take this with me as I continue on my triathlon training. I’m dipping my toe into these new waters and instead of fretting over the results or being fast enough, I need to pump my fist in the air because I’m trying something new. And heck, there’s nowhere to go but up!