Don’t Let Anyone Tell You You Can’t
Hi friends! I hope you had a fabulous weekend enjoying the gorgeous weather. This was a big weekend for me, as the day of my first half marathon finally rolled around! I ran the Toronto Women’s Runs Half-Marathon; it’s an awesome running series and I highly recommend it for anyone interested in running organized races. We couldn’t have been luckier with the weather; it was sunny and relatively cool, and the park was beautifully scenic. I was surprisingly calm at the start gate, that is until I accidentally deleted my playlist two minutes before gun time! I frantically assembled a few of my favourite motivating tunes, and we were off!
1 hour and 48 minutes later, I crossed the finish line! I was a little bit shocked by my time; I knew I was going fast but the only goal I had in my mind was to finish in one piece. I felt really good throughout most of the race, save for the last two kilometres which were purely mental. The second best part aside from my finish time was watching my aunt cross the finish line as well. This was her twentieth half-marathon which blows my mind a little; go Zia!
We loved the finisher ‘medals’, which are these awesome necklaces by Foxy Originals. I can totally flaunt my medal without looking completely obnoxious
As any runner can attest, the best thing about post-race day is a free pass to eat just about anything you want. We opted for Fresh, where I heroically demolished the Sam Houston Burrito salad, Quinoa Onion Rings, and Cornbread. The hunger monster still wasn’t tamed, as I continued to enjoy frozen mango bars and double stuffed oreos with peanut butter like it was my job
On a more serious note, I really want to emphasize that this experience has been a long time coming for me. Way back during my eating disorder treatment, I had a psychiatrist tell me that due to my compulsive tendencies and ill-health, I would never be able to run again, never mind a half-marathon. I remember how terrible it felt to have someone tell me that I couldn’t do something. After working closely with a doctor I trusted, we finally decided I had reached a healthy weight and state of mind that would support me in reaching my goal to prove that psychiatrist wrong. If you have an ‘impossible’ goal, I hope you too can find it within you to work hard and prove all the unbelievers wrong!
What is your ‘impossible goal’?
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