“I ran and ran and ran every day, and I acquired this sense of determination, this sense of spirit that I would never, never give up, no matter what else happened.”
– Wilma Rudolph
This week I hit a new milestone in my running. I ran 6 miles without stopping.
So I titled this blog “Milestone.” Heh. Get it? Milestone. Oh, witty witty me.
So, yeah. As you can see from the stats above, I’m not the fastest runner. Not at all. And, it was a treadmill run rather than an outside run (which people say is “easier,” but I beg to differ…). And I know I still have a long way to go before I’m fully ready for this May 4 half marathon I’m signed up for. I know there are more advanced runners looking at my accomplishment with a knowing smile remembering what it was like way back when they hit a little milestone like this.
But enough of that. Enough trying to downplay what I just did.
Because, let me tell ya something.
While yes, there may be more advanced runners watching me way back here on my journey (while nevertheless cheering me on like I’ve won the lottery – because that’s how we runners roll), there’s also someone else watching me.
The March 2012 version of Melissa.
Oh yeah. That girl was standing outside that gym with her hands cupped around her face looking through the window at me on that treadmill running 6 miles….and her jaw still hasn’t come up off the ground. She’s astounded. She would have never dreamed that this could be possible. She couldn’t even run from the car to the front door of her house when it was raining outside to keep from getting soaked. So, how on Earth could she be staring in this gym looking at this girl who just ran six miles? SIX MILES? And yes, it took her an hour and four minutes to do it. But holy cow – she just ran for over an hour without stopping. Ran! For over an hour! Hello?
Oh, that chick is proud. Astounded, yes; flabbergasted, definitely; but oh so very proud.
And do you know who else is watching?
The Melissa of March 2014. She’s one of those advanced runners I mentioned before. She’s watching me with that all-knowing little grin on her face, wishing that I know now what she’s going to know then. She wishes I could see that I am working towards such amazing and awesome things that my little mind can’t even comprehend them. She wishes that I could know that everything is going to be great – my runs, my life, my heart – all of it. She knows all of that, and just patiently smiles at me as she waits for me to catch up.
She knows that I’ve got this in the bag. That no matter how long it takes, I’m going to do whatever I need to do to succeed. She knows that I’m not going to let her down. I’ve made promises to her that she knows I fully intend to keep.
She knows that I’m going to make it.
In honor of the ‘theme’ of this blog entry, I want to share something that I saw on the “Run Junkees” Facebook page:
Met a fellow runner named Chet over the weekend. He was an old school marathoner, completing his first in 1987. While running a marathon Chet happened along side a fellow runner who was best described as short and stout. Chet engaged the runner in a brief conversation and said “How’s it going?” The runner confidently said “Great! I’m running at world record pace”. Chet inquisitively replied “World record pace, huh?” The runner answered “Yep. My world. My record. My pace.”
Yep. That’s what running is all about, isn’t it? Creating your own world – your own goals to reach, your own mountains to climb…your own personal milestones.
Ok. Enough chatter. Time to get back to work.
There’s someone in my future waiting for me to make her proud.
“The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.”
– Robert Frost