Encouragement

Life Lessons from a Non-Runner’s First Half Marathon

half marathon title“What have I gotten myself into?”  That’s the question I asked after a casual conversation about running turned into a commitment to run in a half marathon. My husband and I were at a party when some friends convinced us we should all do an upcoming half marathon together. Somehow, we all thought that was a fantastic idea and agreed right then and there.  Well, my husband had already completed two full marathons, so it wasn’t a big deal to him. I, on the other hand, was not entirely convinced.

I am not kidding when I say the day after the party, I immediately started training. I had 20 weeks to prepare and I didn’t want to waste one day for fear I wouldn’t be ready. I looked up a training schedule and got to work.  I never considered myself a runner. I love dance and fitness, but always looked at running as something to “hurry and get over with,” so I could move on to the next thing.  But, I must admit I admired my runner friends and I loved seeing all their race posts on social media. Running a long distance seemed like a very ambitious goal, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to do it, but I decided to give a try anyway.

During the course of the next few months, I expected physical changes, but I ended up with much more. That first training run began an emotional and spiritual journey that led to some important lessons that had everything and nothing to do with running. Continue reading “Life Lessons from a Non-Runner’s First Half Marathon”

Encouragement

Mismatched Socks and Embracing Imperfection

mismatched socks
A few weeks ago, I attended a birthday party with one of my children. Everything about the day had been a little bit crazy. It wasn’t until I received a text from another mom in the class that I even knew about the party. My child had failed to mention when he received the invitation at school two weeks prior. After a whirlwind of text messages, a conversation about the importance of celebrating with friends and sending RSVP’s, an apology to the birthday child’s mom (her response was very gracious and she said her son would be thrilled if we could still attend), and a frantic trip to Target, we had just enough time to get to the party right as it started. Despite my initial embarrassment, I was pleased with the way things had turned out, and satisfied that, despite the last-minute rush, we showed up at the party right on time. In fact, I was pretty proud that we pulled it together so quickly.

That was until we walked in the door and everyone took off their shoes.

Then I remembered I was wearing mismatched socks.

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