Yesterday, everything I’ve been working towards for the past five months did not come to an end, but a beginning. It sparked the beginning of a passion, it lit a fire, a strength, and a determination; it was the start of something great.
Words cannot express how I felt after leaving the starting line at Coastal Grand Mall in Myrtle Beach. With the rising suns cascade of colors flooding the horizon and Jordan Sparks, “This is my now,” playing on my MP3, I couldn’t help but smile (almost cry). Never have I felt more alive, more in the moment, and more content with being exactly where I was, doing exactly what I was doing. And as I settled into pace as we rounded the mall, breathing in deep the chill of the wind and salt of the ocean, I felt a passion I’ve yet to experience.
After running my first half marathon, I can proudly say I am in love. I’m in love with the feeling of working for something. I’m in love with the temptation and persistent desire to push myself beyond my limits and past my capabilities of endurance. I am in love with blurring the line between running and flying, pain and pleasure, fatigue and the feeling of being more alive than ever.
I can’t wait to do it again.
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