It’s Saturday afternoon and I could be exploring a new city, but instead I decided to go run a half marathon. I never thought I would be this person where I would be on vacation and that involves running 13.1 miles. I finally can admit that running is a major part of my life, because it keeps me sane.
Running through mud puddles and trails, I was out of my comfort zone and kept thinking of my shoes being muddy, but that by no means was going to stop me. I realize that running for me is such a mental sport, because most often my mind is ready to quit before my body does.
Running through the park where the sun was trying to peek through the trees, I kept finding excuses why this was a bad idea, but each idea was lame and I realized no matter how many excuses I could come up with, I enjoy it. It helps me push myself beyond my limits and force my mind to do this sport.
This race was different to what I am used to back home, there it starts in the morning and there is water stops every mile and people standing on the streets to motivate you to keep going. Here, it is you the muddy paths or tree-lined streets with signs directing you towards the finish line. I enjoy the fact that it just me and there are times there is no one close enough to me that I could actually start my off-key singing and no one would hear me.
I finally see the finish line and feel excited that I did my first half marathon outside of US despite my 99 excuses.