I must have been born to run. But as I child, I was a pretty lazy kid. I would eat lots of sugary snacks while curled up
on the couch reading books for countless hours. Any physical activity was off the table. My stepfather would even call
me nicknames like turtle or sloth because that was exactly how I moved about.
Even still, I joined the track and field team, participating in a few relay races that won us medals. I still hated to run.
My expertise was the walk, where I won myself a few medals. Fast-forwarding, during my late teens, I began adopting
a more healthy lifestyle and became interesting in healthy eating habits. I was obsessed with looking lean and thin,
but it took some time to find a healthy balance.
My running journey began two summers ago when I was living in Flushing, Queens. I started off running only a few
miles here and there and worked my way up to completing a half marathon in March. Never would I ever think that
running would bring me so much happiness! It is ironic that pushing ourselves to almost the point of exhaustion can
bring us runners so much pleasure.
Running gives me inner strength, focus, and the ability to free my mind. Running has taught me that I can do anything
I set my mind to, and that I can overcome any obstacle in life.
When looking for my next half, it was only fitting that I register for Queen’s first half marathon in Flushing Meadows Park.
I feel most at home running in my short-lived borough, and I am hoping to PR, bring my running journey full circle.
While I am now in week two of my training (the race is in September), I found myself browsing my Facebook to see an old
track team member post that she had signed up for her first half in October. My running senses were tingling and I
immediately asked her which one it was since I was planning on trying to qualify for the Half Fanatics in the upcoming
weeks. Already on my radar was the Staten Island Half Marathon, my current home borough, so I was pleased to find out
she had registered.
I couldn’t get home soon enough to sign up. Once the confirmation email came, the tingling sensation returned—this time in
my tummy. Would I be able to run two half marathons exactly four weeks apart?
I allowed myself to ingest the slight fear, worry, and self-doubt, swallowing it whole and used it to fuel me in my night run.
These emotions are normal, but YES I can do it! As long as I continue to train hard and know mentally that this is achievable,
I will cross both finish lines.
I gave it my all last night, running a 5k around the streets of Staten Island, nothing slowing me down—not even the sweat that
dripped down to my eyes. My eyes were already set on the prize. I was unstoppable. Sweaty never felt so good.
Have you completed a half marathon? Do you register for back-to-back races?