Then I declared it to Kevin: I would run the half marathon with him.
It took me 2 more weeks to declare it to the Tolbert's. Because once you commit to them there is no going back. I stressed. I fretted. I had never run more than a mile before, and I hadn't done that since the 7th grade. But slowly I did it. I ran a mile, then I ran two and three and four. Always surprising myself that I could do it. On Saturday's we would bundle up the children and run with them. Ruby would cheer us on and Stella would ride her bike next to me. I would talk to my sister and she would laugh out loud every single time I would tell her about it. Even last week she laughed at me. I know it's a hard image to picture, me running. My dad constantly asked, WHY? My brothers were surprisingly really supportive and offered lots of tips, I mean Brian did invent indian running so naturally he was helpful. But Kevin, Kevin never lost faith in me. He never laughed and when I would get so worked up with nerves about it, because I have a tendency to stress and obsess about things, he just smiled and said you know you can do it. You'll take it one mile at a time. He's so logical.
On Saturday we woke up at 3:30 in the morning and headed down the canyon. I was worried about if I had enough clothes on or too many and if I would pee my pants. That usually happens while running. I was nervous I wouldn't eat the right things and I would take the wrong gel and I'd throw up. That had happened before too. I had never crossed the finish line of anything before. Ever. I had watched my siblings push themselves harder than I could have ever imagined and cross the finish. I had watched Kevin train and put in the hours and cross that line with a big smile on his face. But I never had. I didn't know what to expect, I didn't know how to handle the nerves and the adrenaline. But just like Kevin does in every aspect of my life, he calmed my nerves and kissed my lips.
I had set a goal. I was going to run a half marathon. And I wanted to run it faster than a ten minute mile. I took it a half mile at a time, and I felt really good until about mile 10. Then I felt really tired. Because ten miles is pretty far. I guess the good part about running is that it's just one foot in front of the other. And that's what I did those last few miles. Cami and Marc with Gus cheered me on and her cute pregnant belly ran a block with me while I was gritting out the last mile. My parents were there cheering at the finish line. At a marathon finish line, they were there! I finished! I ran a half marathon. And I did it faster than a ten minute mile. (!!!) Probably my biggest accomplishment yet. Because I didn't have to do it. I did it because I wanted to, I wanted to push myself. I wanted to cross that line because it was hard, and I had worked for it. I did it for my girls, to show them that they can be strong. I did it for my family, because I said I would. But mostly I did it because Kevin knew and believed that I could.
Shortly after I got my legs back and was breathing normal, Kevin finished must faster than any other half marathon he had done before. And of course he was smiling.
//We huddled around campfires for an hour before the start, I smelled amazing//
//We even watched the sunrise before running to breakfast//
//Let's say it was real early and real real cold at the start...//
//I finished!//
//I wish the girls could have been there to watch, but Gus cheered for them.//
The best part? I didn't even pee my pants.
I know right?!
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That IS the best part!!!! I'm crazy proud of you, friend!
ReplyDeleteWay to go, Tehmi!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome! The first time I ever cried during a sport was crossing my first 1/2 marathon finish line. It's a big deal! And you did it like two months after having a baby! You're crazy awesome!
ReplyDeleteHenry is 6 months old, so I'm not that crazy awesome... :)
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