
“A fat lady just passed you.” — that’s what will pull me along.
Let me explain. I have a half marathon tomorrow — and it’s a double-loop. The first loop is 8 miles and the second loop is 5 miles. My car along with all the others will be sitting waiting at mile 8, which is also the finish area. I remember during my Princess half last month right about mile 7 or 8 thinking, I’d just like to sit down…just for a minute. What will keep me running and NOT turning towards my car if that same thought comes through my mind. What will get me to keep moving?
This is going to be a very small group, about 300 people and half will be doing a 5k and not the half. That means maybe 100+ will be doing the half. Of those – half will probably be the cross country track team from the high school across the street….I anticipate being last, I’m slow! I’m totally COOL with being last..I’m okay with that. I just would like to push myself to finish – which I know I can because I’ve done it before.
So my husband and I were talking, and I was like what will pull me past those cars, so I don’t stop when I’m tired. He says….all those young kids? You think they all have been training properly? They’ll get cocky, the non-runners…and many won’t finish. They’ll start strong, but peter out part way through. Imagine – here you are at the start line, and people will think you won’t have it in you…and surprise, you’ll be one of those who finish.
I laughed and said, yeah – I need one of those shirts that says “You were just passed by a fat lady!” on the back of it….and I smiled and knew exactly what would keep me going. Let’s show these cocky, strong young kids that yes, even the old, fat lady can stick with it and get it done.
Honestly – I’m not competing with anyone but myself, but I know the head games we play with ourselves on those long runs when we are tired…so when I see my car, and know I have 5 more miles to go…and yes, once again at mile 10 is a big ole hill…oh joy….I’ll have this to reach for. The chance for a fat lady to pass a young buck who didn’t train…yeah, it’s the little things. (cheesy grin)
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