I've known for quiet a few months now that I was registered for a Half Marathon, but even so, I never imagined myself running anything more than a 5K. And then today, I go out for a run and my goal was 10 miles...though in my head 10 miles meant maybe 6 miles running and then the rest walking if I did't pass out first.
I started my run on Brickell and 6th street, cold wind hitting my face, and instantly I was like, yup 10 miles isn't happening today. It's too cold and I just wont make it. But I continued my run, thinking let me get at least a 5K in.
As I reached the Rickenbacker Causeway, I hit my 3 mile mark and was thinking this was not bad at all, let me run over this bridge and get to 5 miles and then I can walk for a bit. I ran across the bridge, staring at the ocean and the beautiful scenery, thinking how lucky I am to live in Miami and have the ocean as my backyard. I continued running, jamming to my Ultra 2012 playlist and admiring my view. Then my app chimed in "5 miles", so I turned around and started making way back to Brickell, but I did't stop to walk. I continued at my running pace, telling myself "just make it back to the bridge and then you can walk it up."
I made it back to the Rickenbacker Causeway at 6.5 miles and I started slowing down my pace to finally walk, feeling relieved! But at this moment I saw this old man walk over to the with his fishing poles. I've only ever known one man in my life who absolutely loved fishing...My Abuelo! And he is one of the reasons I entered this Half-marathon. So I picked up my pace and started my run up the bridge. Cause I am "Running for Abuelo." I struggled on the run up but breezed through coming down. And I told myself "keep going, don't stop until your body absolutely can't go on anymore".
So I ran and ran and ran and soon enough I was back on Brickell. No walking breaks and it had been 9 miles already. I approached St. Jude Church and I looked over asking him "Please give me strength this last mile" and did the sign of the cross. I continued on my way.
9.5 miles and I was about to die. I'm serious. I wanted to give up and just walk the remaining .5 miles. I looked down to the floor and saw a blue post-it..."Smile! God is staring down at you." And I smiled. Such a cute note. God is looking down on me. And so is my Abuelo. So I ran the hardest and fastest I could those last .5 miles, to my car.
And I made it!! I ran 10 miles, no walking break!! 2 more weeks til race day. I think I am ready!!"