till the end. Mile 2-3 of this specific race seemed
to take forever. My quads were burning, the heat/
humidity of the Florida morning was beginning to
kick in, but I continued to steadily count down the
miles while maintaining a steady pace. Just past mile
4 our course intersected with the 5K race, and we
melded in with a new group of runners. The race
itself was a bit longer than 5 miles (MapMyRun
clocked me at 5.36 miles), and I ended as I had
hoped, happy with the run and proud of my results.
Although the race itself makes us uncomfortable,
gives us pain, and in many cases causes a great
internal debate of mind over matter as we
desperately convince our brain that we will continue
on despite it screaming that we can not succeed,
crossing that finish line feeling like a success makes
it all so worth it.
So am I stubborn? Absolutely! But I truly believe
that possessing the tenacity of a determined runner
is not all that bad. We don’t quit, we push through
the pain, and we live with a true passion for life. It
makes me constantly thankful that I am blessed to
call myself a runner.
~Holly
http://www.MuddyMommy.com
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