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Breaking Barriers

March 29th was a milestone moment in my fitness career. I completed a 10 (yes I said 10) mile run!! The feeling of euphoria that flowed throughout my body was unexplainable. Now let's backtrack a bit...

 

 

March 29th was a milestone moment in my fitness career. I completed a 10 (yes I said 10) mile run!! The feeling of euphoria that flowed throughout my body was unexplainable. Now let's backtrack a bit...
Three months ago, I made the decision to register for my very first half marathon. I've done plenty of 5k races and I needed the next adrenaline rush. I knew that it would be a challenge to get to 13.1 miles but I'm determined to make it happen. But then, I forgot that winter happens in January. We had about four back to back blizzards and maybe 20 feet of snow (well it felt like 20, whatever). Which means, that I was not about that running in below zero freezing weather, no thanks!
Fast forward to three weeks ago. I knew that I absolutely had to get out and start running. Since I had been committed to heavy lifting

You can't touch me, cuz I'm untouchable and I know you hate it and you can't take it you will never break me cuz I'm Unbreakable
all winter, I knew that I would need to trim down in order to get into running shape.

Easier said than done. My first couple of runs were shitty by my standards. I was lacking stamina and had to stop every few minutes to make sure my lungs wouldn't collapse. On top of that, I was becoming consumed with setting a time goal for my race and having to perform my absolute best. While there's nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, somewhere along the way I forgot about the fun of fitness and working out. I took a few days off from training to gain some perspective with the notion that I would just focus on completing the race and be satisfied with that.
This last week ,my pace and endurance have been slowly creeping back to my old running times. One day was six miles, the next day four, then six again. I knew that to really intensify my training, that I had to do at least one long run on the weekend. Last night, I told myself I would log in at least eight miles in my run.
I made my way to Roger Williams Park with my friend and said to myself "I don't know how this is gonna go, but I'll do my best". Then, headphones were in and the world and my own self-doubt was out the window.
I'm pacing myself and I'm running and running, blasting my MJ playlist. One of his songs, "Unbreakable" came on. I never payed too much attention to the lyrics, but they hit me today:
"You can't touch me, cuz I'm untouchable/and I know you hate it and you can't take it/you'll never break me cuz I'm Unbreakable".
As I approached to mile four, I was like ok I can do this let's keep it going.


My pace was solid and the miles kept on coming. I reached my initial goal of eight miles comfortably. Then somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I had enough left in me to bang out two more miles. So I kept running. "Smooth criminal" playing next and I had .25 miles left. I pushed and I pushed and I made it to 10 miles. For a good minute, I was shouting like a fool and well I didn't care whatsoever.


It's one thing to achieve your goals, but to be able to go past your perceived limits, that's where the reward is. That's what I live for. I'm absolutely confident in knowing that I can indeed finish a half marathon and do a pretty damn good job at the same time. I mean I'm laying down in pain typing this, but it hurts so good. This is what personal success feels like. I already feel like a winner, even without the medal!
Progress is everything.



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