My friend Beth mentioned the other day about dreaming big for the new year. And I'm a believer in that too. I've never been one for resolutions but have always believed in a dream. And why not? If we don't start dreaming, how will we ever get to where we want to be?
A couple of years ago out of the blue, I decided I wanted to run a marathon. I've been a runner ever since I met Colin, but had never put in the mileage required to prepare for a marathon. But I was ready for the challenge. I spent months training, running through the orchards of Greenbluff, and had a 17 mile course I grew to love. I knew that if I could comfortably run 17 miles, I could make it through the 26.2 of the marathon on that one day.
But with most dreams, I had my doubts. Would I really be able to finish? I was nervous enough that I didn't tell anybody other than Colin and the boys about the marathon. And when we made the trip to Portland, I didn't even tell our family because I didn't want them to come and watch. What if I couldn't finish and they were just waiting and waiting at the finish?
The day of the marathon, I was filled with butterflies as Colin walked me to the start. Earlier that morning, he had run me through his pre-race checklist, all of which went in one ear and out the other. And he was sure I needed a watch to monitor my pace. My pace, I thought? I just want to finish.
We parted ways at the starting line so he and the boys could get situated on the course to cheer me on. I can do this. I can do this, I told myself. And the race started out really well. As I weaved my way through downtown Portland and out into the industrial area, I felt like I was flying and that all of my training had paid off. 5 miles. 11 miles. 15 miles. And as I crossed the 17 mile mark, something that I never imagined would happen....did. I began to cry and the cry became a sob. I could hardly see. But I didn't care. I was now running farther than I had ever run. 17.1 miles. 20 miles. 25 miles. And then I could see Colin and the boys cheering me on to the finish.
And just like that, I finished 26.2 and I was officially a marathon finisher. And even though it was one of the toughest things I'd ever done, I couldn't give up on my dream. And I was so proud of myself for making it come true.
I'm a dreamer. Are you? What are you dreaming about this year? I know we can make our dreams come true.
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