You know, it’s funny…
I was getting very nervous about my upcoming NYC Marathon. And although I have run twenty marathons, coming back from an injury that sidelined me for so long had me scared.
(Let’s just say this – an Achilles tear is simply no fun.)
Because it’s been so long since I have run far. I’ve been scared. Very scared.
Frightened of the training runs, terrified of the marathon.
I have to say that on more than one occasion I very seriously considered backing out of the race, but I knew I also couldn’t do that because I will be delivering some sermons at the Ecumenical Service Tent at the start. They need me there and I need to honor my commitment to this.
But still I was scared and frightened and very concerned about all of this. I was worried that my days as a long distance runner were behind me.
And then, yesterday, on a dark rainy Saturday morning, I jumped on my treadmill and slowly, and deliberately, plodded through, step-by-step, and ran…20 miles.
That run, a run that took me three hours and twenty-five minutes, changed everything.
I went from being scared to being confident. I, once again, feel like I can do anything.
I CAN do anything!
The race is three weeks away.
I wish it were tomorrow.
New York City, here I come.
(I love the New York City Marathon!)