Starting Line
I was a little chubby as a child.
And not that one necessarily tied in with the other (or maybe it did) but I also wasn’t what anyone would call “athletic”. I was the president of the drama club, the pre-teen who stayed in Girl Scouts long after it was cool, and I was a card carrying member of both the FFA and Mock Trial. I tried a few sports on for size, things like AYSO because everybody plays or that awkward year I somehow made it onto my highschool school tennis team. But I was never more than mediocre at any of them and honestly, I didn’t really mind.
Then last year when I was pregnant, Dave trained and ran a half marathon. While it wasn’t something I ever aspired to do, the fact that I couldn’t do it because of my swollen belly irked me. This year when he planned for it again I jumped on board even though, if you’d have asked me six months ago I would’ve happily told you how much I hate running. Thing is though, I might not be an athlete but I am competitive and I wanted to prove to myself I could run 13 miles without dying… just like he did.
Running Together
So we started training and we got stronger and better one quarter-mile at a time and it turns out, I’m actually a really good long distance runner. I’ve got short little legs so Dave is going to beat me in a sprint all day long but very few people (and I can say this confidently) can mind-over-matter themselves as well as I can. That means when mile six hits and Dave wants to quit and start walking I fly right past him, tortoise and the hare style.
So Sunday was our official race day and we drove down to Anaheim for The Disney Half Marathon. First of all, please please please, do yourself a favor and make it a life goal to run in a Disney race!!! They have 5k’s, 10k’s, Half Marathons etc and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something so uplifting and fun. The races take place inside and around the parks so you’re running by rides and princesses and floats and half the other runners are dressed as Disney characters and stopping for photos along the way… and it’s just JOYFUL. Secondly, I’ve never run in another half-marathon so I don’t know if this goes for all races but there is something incredibly touching about thousands upon thousands of people coming together to run towards a goal. There were people in wheelchairs, or those who were severely overweight, there were people who were 85 years old… everywhere you looked was someone who’d challenged themselves and it was a beauty to behold. We were one giant sweaty mass of hope… The Little Engine That Could made up of people from all walks of life who’d dreamed this dream and found themselves on the road together. When your queue is called up they start playing A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes from Cinderella and while I know it sounds cheesy in the retelling, I was BAWLING by the time it was my turn. I kept thinking… this is a wish my heart made! And for once I didn’t cry off or get lazy or stop trying… I did it!
Early Morning
Beyond the power of coming together in a group was the power of the cheering section. Thousands upon thousands of people lined the streets of Anaheim on Sunday to cheer for total strangers. Car clubs and Mariachi Bands, Cheerleading Squads and Jr High Bands… hundreds of homemade sparkly signs that made me laugh with lines like “Run Like Maleficent is Chasing You!” or “You’re Still Prettier Than a Disney Princess Even After 8 Miles” and ones that found me at the exact moment I was feeling tired or discouraged with notes like “If This Was Easy We’d All Be Doing It, Keep Going!” or “Don’t Stop Now, You’re Almost There!!” Honestly, if you ever need your faith restored in humanity go watch the volunteers on race day, it’s an overabundance of goodness.
Leaping Across Mile 12
Running 13 miles is really tough (I can’t even imagine how actual marathoners do it!) but there are moments when it feels especially difficult. Sometimes I’d see a mile marker and make Dave take a picture of me leaping across to show how great I was feeling and sometimes it took everything I had to put one foot in front of the other. It was during mile 11 that I was struggling and I kept scrolling for through my iPod to try and find a song that would fire me up. I landed on I Need a Hero by Bonnie Tyler… I love me some 80’s music and this one gets me going every time. I was feeling good and picking up my pace and I started to sing along with Bonnie…
I need a Hero…
I’m holding out for a hero til the end of the night…
As you know the whole song is about her looking for a man, a Hero a “streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds” and there I was singing along at the end of mile 11 and I thought, I don’t need to find anyone, right now, in this moment, I’m my own hero. Maybe that sounds a little cheesy to you, just like crying over a song from Cinderella, but it was a profound moment in my life. A moment when I had pushed myself to do something I never thought I was capable of and it lit a fire in my own soul. I hope, pray, wish, cross my fingers and my toes that even if you’re not interested in running, or even any sort of physical goal that you find your half marathon. I encourage you to look around and choose a wish your heart makes so that you too will have the opportunity to be your own hero. Every girl, even the princesses, should feel that kind of pride.
My Instagram From Race Day
Oh, and in case you needed a little Bonnie Tyler to get you motivated…
