Spring 2008. I
Ok, back from the trip down my sad running-memory lane. While I am laying on the ground feeling sorry for myself and coming to the conclusion that I just wasn't meant to be a runner like my marathon-running parents, my mom, ever the encourager, tells me that I can run and will be able to run that 15k at the end of October. So, I get myself up from the ground and manage to walk the rest of the way home.
My mom and I run the next day, and the experience was so much better, and a lot less painful. I really learned how important it was to pace myself when I ran, instead of sprinting and thinking that I can be the next Usain Bolt, and then thriving on the ground in pain 1 minute later.
"Finishing a race on your feet means that you are successful, not how fast you finish it."Yes, that was another encouraging quote from my mom. Geez, quit your teaching job and work for Hallmark already! After I learned that I could run longer distances if I just put my mind (and pace) to it, I broke the 3 mile barrier and did 4 miles on a rainy day in mid-September. A few weeks later, my BFF and I faced the scariest feat I had ever faced in my life...SIX MILES! I was actually nervous before we ran. Really, Bailie? It's not like you can't just stop if you have to. But whatever, I was nervous! Needless to say, we conquered those six miles, and then eight and then those glorious 9.3 miles of the Tulsa Run. After that race, I was hooked!