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Finding a reason to train….

If you, like I did at one time have decided to take up running, swimming or just physical fitness then find yourself a reason to do so because if you do not find a reason, you will fail.

It is true.

You will fail.

My best half marathon time was logged in at 2:46, this personal best was achieved at the Royal Victoria Marathon in 2006 when I was running the race in memory of my grandmother and grandfather. This reason, the decision to run it for them motivated me to contunie through the tough training days, it gave me the motavation to hobble my way across the finsh line even though I was injured. And at the end it gave me a gratification that I was doing something for them, it was in the end 21km of memories.

Now your reason dose not have to be profound, just give yourself some sort of motivation to move forward, your body can only do half of the work, your mind will be your greatest barrier in achieving your goals. Finding a reason to train, something personal to you and only to you will push your legs that extra mile, give you that extra push when you feel you can’t go on….

 

Oink, Oink my friends…

 

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

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May 13, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | 1 Comment

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

May 4, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

21km away from a dream

I am right now 21km away from a dream, a goal that I set for myself way back in fridgid November. The goal was to participate and run in a half-marathon. I am just over two weeks from this goal and I am, in short scared shitless.

I have done what I could. Trained properly, listened to my body and the limits it has showed me but still I am horrified that I will once again be plagued with injuries and will hobbile not run across that finish line.

Those who know me know that I have become obbessed with physical fitness, and running but what those people don’t know is that running this race is consuming every thought of every moment of my little life.

Even my subconsious mind is affraid, I have nightmares of not finishing the race, or finishing weak, or of failing to show up at all. This fear I have now come to realize is the only barrier between my goal of completeing the run in less than 2 and a half hours and to failing.

I am conusmed with two numbers, the 21km that I must run and my goal time of 2 hours 30minuties. Anything more than that goal will be utter and complete dissapointment.

So now I wait.

I wait for that 7am run, and to see which part of me will win….

 

My subconscious fears or my determination to kick the shit out of that 21km and it’s 2hour30min goal.

 

Oink, Oink my friends……

 

Orgninal post located at: https://jbingham82.wordpress.com

April 13, 2009 Posted by | Motivation | , , , , | Leave a comment

When a mile takes an hour.

 I am privileged to know a girl , actually a women, about 40ish. She is un-like most people, she is a genuinely  kind person. Like most people her age, she has  children who has recently left her nest. She was left with herself,  an apartment, and a dog. She however, was and still continues to be, an inspiration to myself and anyone else who will read this.

 

Her story:

               She was a fellow fatty, like me but a bit heavier, she was bubbly on the outside and hurting on the inside. Like most fat people she was great at hiding her sorrow, she buried it within the fat. Then one day, about 2 years ago I noticed that she was getting a little bit smaller. Then months after that she had shrunk more, until one day she was about half her original size. She had over come a negative lifestyle and had embraced a positive one. She did not diet. She did not follow any “fad” exercise regime. She just simply moved her pudgy body, until it was no more.

               Her physical changes were great, she was looking better and because of this (or so I could only assume) her attitude changed. The laughter that was generated from her, the smiles that now consumed the majority part of her face was real. Don’t ask me how I know this, Don’t ask me what the difference in her was but I can only tell you that she WAS now different, she was now better, she was now real.

              I am a person that talks and talks and talks and talks (thus the blog) and one day while chatting with this friend, I told her about the Half marathon that I was training for, we began talking about it.  I filled her in, how great it was to stand with my fellow runners and walkers and do what only a select few people can do. I told her about that crazy part of society that pushes their bodies to the limits all for a t-shirt and a metal at the end. I also shared with her that indescribable feeling of crossing the finish line, the sense of accomplishment you are given at the end, your real reward for running or walking the 21 km. She then looked at me “Piggy, I couldn’t run it” I then looked at back at her “ Then walk it” She then got excited, I could see it,  a fire was now lit underneath her, she now had a goal to work towards.

 

       She now walks to work, with arm weights in her back pack and every time I see her leave work, she is leaving with a smile. A smile that was generated for herself by herself. She is doing what most people don’t do, she has what most people don’t have, she is her own gift, she is her own accomplishment.

 

     She plans to walk the 21km and wants to complete it in 3 hours, but to her I say this…..Even if One mile takes you an hour to complete, even if you crawl across that finish line on May 3rd , no matter where life takes you or what new goals you set for yourself,  you will always be 21km  ahead of everyone else.

 

    

 

Oink, Oink my friends……..

 

 

March 7, 2009 Posted by | Motivation, Success | , , , , , , | 2 Comments