June 28, 2012
Who knew that a half marathon was 13.1 miles? I guess every runner accept me. I should have done my research before creating my vision board and committing to running 13.1 miles by October 27th. This is no were near an impossible feat, but for a first time runner whose idea of working out is walking to the mailbox, less than 16 weeks to train has me wishing I were comfortable backing out of my commitments.
Last week I ran 3 miles on the treadmill, swam 17 laps in the pool, bike 4.8 mile at the gym and spent 30 minutes on the elliptical. Great right! Not. I quickly found that running outside is significantly different, once outdoors I could only run 1 mile and walk 1.5.
My trainer is such as encourager and as I struggled to finish the last quarter-mile she taught me methods of summing strength. She would recommend chanting in my head words that inspired me to push forward, one chant was, “I am strong, I am women.” I tried chanting the strong women chant and another religious chant was well but neither gave me the strength to pull the mini hill ahead. What could encourage me? What would make me feel able?
I hit rewind and play in my mind and was instantly taken back to Ghana Africa, where I stood within the walls of the slave fortress in Cape Coast. There I envisioned the part in the movie “Amistad”, when the slaves stood before the high courts chanting, “Giveth us free!” Instantly that hill seemed like an ant hill and running seemed small. When I summoned the courage of my ancestors before me I was delivered the strength, the courage, and the understanding of what it is to run a Marathon.
I will run! I will run! I will run!
When October 27th comes upon me, I will take those 13.1 miles as a challenge. I will summon the strength of those gone before me. It started with a vision, it ended with a victory!
I will run! And then…I will run again.
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This has been Sharon Saffold blogging on purpose and not by chance because chances are, I will blog again.