Though it was only 2011, it feels like a lifetime away. I’ve graduated college, started planning a wedding, moved 540 miles away from home, and in some ways am still trying to find my place in the professional workforce.
That early August morning I tied up my shoes like everyone else, pranced around trying to stay warm in the rain like everyone else, and lined up at the starting line like everyone else.
But I didn’t run like anyone else.
In fact, I barely ran at all.
In a running performance I’m still embarrassed by today, I ran probably a total of 1 mile. I hadn’t trained at all, in some misconception that my black belt physical conditioning would be enough, and at one point an EMT stopped me to ask if I needed to sit down.
Did I really look that bad?
Yes. I really must have. Because for the next 3 days I could barely even move my legs they hurt so much. I learned a valuable lesson that day. Never, never underestimate a race, no matter what the distance or what kind of physical condition you think you’re in. Anything could happen during those miles that could take you off course.