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Finding greatness in your “failures”

On May 3rd 2009 I laced up my shoes, stood beside the crowds on a great sunny Sunday Morning that only the city of Vancouver can offer, and stood at the start line of the 2009 Vancouver Half Marathon. This was not my first marathon, in fact it was my third. I stood there, beside that crazy part of society that pushes the human body to itsouter most limits just because they enjoy the sport of running.

This marathon was important to me. I, for months had decided that I would like to finish the 21km distance in under 2 hours and 30 minuites. I was instant on this time, for some strange reason this time was so very very important to me, somehow acheiveing this time would validate me as a runner, finally validate myself as an athlete.

I was properly trained for the run, I had put in the kilometers on my treadmill that I need to put in, lost weight that I needed to loose to get my body in better shape to run the 21km distance. I was ready, and focused. Then out of no where, a leg injury prevented me from running 2 weeks prior to the run. This pain plagued me, every time I walked it hurt. I was mad, I could not believe that after all my hard work and training that this stupid injury would prevent me from acheiving my goal. My very important goal. In the days leading up to the run my leg started to feel better, then the worst possible thing happened. I got sick. Fever, coughing, sweating when its 5 degrees out, sick. I could barely walk up a flight of stairs without coughing up a lung, and all of this happend 2 days before the run.

So, I thought about not doing the run. Giving in to the sickness, the pains in my leg. Then I decided to do it. And at the start line I stood, hacking up a lung but I was standing there. After all my hours of training, I had earned the right to run this race, I had earned the right to run.

The beinging 5km was alright. I was coughing, and breathing became a problem because I was all stuffed up. I saw my boyfriend and sister at this point and seeing their faces gave me the motivation to move forward, to finish the rest of the 15km. I was already tired, and the finish line seemed like it was 18 milllion miles away. I started to feel dizzy, the effects of dehydration started to kick in at about the 8km mark.

And then it happend….

My greatest fear …….

My “IT band” which is a muscle that runs from your knee to your upper thigh snapped at the 10km mark and my leg locked up. I could not bend my leg, I could not do anything. A person working a first aid stand pulled me aside and asked me if I was alright, I said yes. He said it would not be advisble to finish the race, that I wouldn’t be able to run it. He patted me on the back, said good luck and away I went hobbling towards a distant finish line.

At that point I wanted to quit. I was in so much pain, so stuffed up, and coughing constantly basically I wanted to quit. I wanted to just leave the race. I started walking, I could no longer run. I was in tears, after all my hard work, after all the weight I had lost I had now failed. I felt horrible.

So I hobbled a kilometer and my leg started to losen up a bit, when 3 ladies who were memebers of the “team in training” group smiled at me and asked if I was alright. I explained my story to them and they said “Well you can walk with us, we just want to finish this thing we don’t care about the time.” Then I started to talk to my new friends from Seattle. The  one had a son that passed away from lukemia and  she was running the race for him the other lady lost a mother to the disease. They were still smiling, they were just so happy to be there, to be apart of this race.

They became my motivation to finish.

In pain I began to power walk. I left my new friends and said “see ya at the finish line.” The last 2 kilometers felt as if it stretched for miles. I knew that I had long gone past my 2hour 30 minuite finishing goal, but I was just greatful at this point that I finsihed the race.

I crossed the finish line at 3:13:56 almost 45 minuties longer than my goal. But I crossed the finish line with a smile. I felt lucky. I have so much to be greatful for, finishing the race longer than predicted did not matter anymore. What mattered is that I looked past my “failure” and found the greatness in realizing that I did not fail….only that I finished in a different way as I thought I would.

Oink, Oink, my friends………

 

Origninal blog post found at https://jbingham82.wordpress.com

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