Brandi's Slice of FaceTime Your Nutrition
Food things, yatta yatta... This journal is personal.
The rain looks the same, but the view is fresh.
This past Saturday I ran my first half marathon, going from decision to race in under two months. I signed up not knowing the course, assuming it would be a nice, flat sunny tour of Griffith Park. With this as my guide, training was going exceptionally well! But as the date approached, I learned how wrong my assumption was and with the weather betting against me, found it that much harder to push myself... mentally. The isolation that usually brought solace became a prison. The final weeks’ sentence of rain, a course of intense elevation and a fear my mind would shutdown before my legs chased me everywhere.
I stood position at the starting line, unsure of what lay ahead. I didn’t dare look up because that’s what the inner fear wanted. The rain drizzled its way under my hood and onto my face, my mind went cold and blank. I no longer heard soft mumbles of the crowd... nothing more to see here, just go get this.
I actually warrior screamed at the elevation, the mud, the pain and anything else trying to get in my way...
And I was the one who took each step, I chose to run when I couldn’t breathe, I let out battle cries louder than the voices urging me to quit, I told others great job no matter their pace, I made sure someone was ok when no one else would. Just keep going... and I did.
These shoes represent a piece of me that died Saturday, the piece that was always scared of someone else changing the rules without asking. Without caring what I thought... I didn’t know my voice could speak so bold. At times I sought the approval of others because I didn’t believe my instincts were enough. Rubbish... It seems so clear now, I write the universe and boogie my story.
I did this.
I DID THIS.
so can you.