I haven’t written in a while. Someone asked if it was writer’s block and honestly I didn’t know what to say. I am not sure why I haven’t done a blog in a while. I am still running, actually a lot and have added another PR. But life has been crazy and I guess I have just been quiet. But I am back and ready to share some more stories for anyone ready to read them.
Today I want to talk about something that means a lot to me, St. Jude Children’s Hospital. Last December our running group decided to sign up for the St. Jude Half Marathon or Marathon. We had a group commit and we all registered as VIPs. Our group raised over $7,000! I was blessed to be able to raise over $1,000!
This experience was life changing! Not only was I able to help such a wonderful organization, I ran my first marathon! I was not completely in marathon shape but good enough to make it through to the finish. My training was put on hold due to a tibial stress fracture so my long runs were few and far between and I was determined to do it even if I had to walk it all.
You learn a lot about yourself when you are on a road for 26.2 miles. Especially in the cold rain running the last 13 miles alone. I was just not in the same shape as my sweet friends that ran the first half with me and I assured them I would be fine and I’d see them at the finish. I’ll admit I cried a few tears as I watched them run on without me. I’ll admit I questioned myself, why didn’t I just turn off with the half marathoners? But then I would think about the children that were not able to be out there, that were in the hospital. And I made a point to look happy, to be thankful for every step I took that day.
I was tired, I was cold and wet and on the road for 5 hours and 7 mins and some odd seconds. But I finished! I was healthy! So everyone that cheered me on and looked at my bib and called me by name, I smiled at them, I waved at them, and I thanked them. They motivated me in the rain and they did not have to be there. They were colder than me. And I am sure some were extremely bored, but they were there till the end. And to the guy that ran down the road with me until I finished in the stadium, yelling at me, cheering me on, I am thankful to him, a complete stranger. We were all there for one thing, the children. And yes I fought back tears as I saw two of my sweet running friends waiting on me as I finished. And yes I said I would never do it again. (Of course I am this October and that’s a blog for another day) But it was so worth it. All of it. The sweat, the tears, the aches and pains and the stadium steps I had to climb to get out of the stadium after running 26.2 miles. But I had smiles, I had tears of joy, and I had the support of my friends and complete strangers. And I was able to help those sweet children. St. Jude runs solely on donations and this year I have decided again to sign up as a VIP. But this year I will just conquer the half. And to anyone who reads this I ask you to please consider donating. Even just $5 helps. You would spend more than that on fast food. You can donate directly on my website through St. Jude.
Thank you and thanks for reading! Happy Running!
And Marathon training starts next month so I am sure I will have some great stories to share!