34 means that 16 years ago, I ran/walked through my first race and prayed that my mom would never ask me to run a race with her again.
34 means that 15 years ago, I hit my highest non-pregnant weight, and one of my lowest emotional lows. 15 years ago my mom said that she would help me with running.
34 means that 13 years ago, my mom told me that training for and running a marathon would change my life. I wasn’t sure she was right but I had nothing to lose.
34 means that I’ve been a marathoner for 13 years. As it turns out my mom was correct about running and more specifically the marathon, changing my life.
You know the quote from Earl Nightingale? “Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.”
Running was never a dream for me. It wasn’t something I thought I wanted.
At 34 I’ve learned that we don’t always know what we want, till it’s in front of us. Running is now a dream, a dream that is my reality.
Time passes anyways.
Why not give running a try, maybe one day you will look back and wish you had started sooner. I do.
This year I plan to try more. To continue to walk the walk, instead of just talking the talk.
I’ve wanted to do the splits my entire life. Instead of thinking – that ship has sailed – I’m too old – I’m walking the walk. Step by step I’m getting to where I want to be.