I ran my first race today. The distance was short but the anxiety leading up to the day of the event caused me a few sleepless nights.
“You’re over reacting mom, relax.” When I think about running a race, I think about accomplishment. I did not know what to expect and I did not want to fail myself. I wanted to run more than walk and I wanted to finish within a reasonable amount of time.
“See you at the finish line mom.” My daughter was running a longer distance. I was on my own, a first timer at a running event.
I started to run with a goal in mind. Just like accomplishing tasks in life, I always think about the end result. I ran pacing myself. When I felt like I was not going to make it, I pushed myself to keep on going with purpose in mind.
It took a lot out of me to agree to run this race with my daughter. It wasn’t just a fun race for me. It was about accomplishing the task from beginning to end. It was about commitment and accomplishment. When I commit to doing something, I feel it’s important to follow through until the end.
I did not fail myself running my first race. From a distance I saw the finish line and just kept on going. Doing something for the first time can be nerve wrecking but the sense of accomplishment in getting there from start to finish is quite empowering.
I am proud of myself! I made it! I feel accomplished and ready to run my second race.