13.1

An odd number that actually represents a lot for me. Last weekend I willingly ran 13.1 miles without stopping.

My first half marathon.  In 30 degrees and on four hours of sleep but that’s beside the point.

A lot of you who know how much I love to work out and my past lacrosse accolades will think this is normal. Some were surprised I’d never run a half or a full before. I, on the other hand, never thought I could run this far without my body simply falling apart… limb after limb.

It was the first goal I set for myself in a long time. I live my life in goals but they are speech goals. Social/Emotional, chart and check-off goals, 9 month then 12 month then 18 month goals. All Landon goals. My goals in the past 16 months are more like… let’s go to yoga this month, try to fold AND put away laundry this week.  And lately, put on clothing that isn’t related to sleep or yoga.  Yikes that’s so sad.  So a goal that’ s just mine and actually takes personal time to accomplish… whoa.

When we moved here, it was just bug and I for a week before Bo moved down from New York. I was venturing out of my comfort zone and living with my in laws. No friends for 2 hours and no idea what to do with myself being home with Landon full-time and trying to work during her nap hours.  Then came the battle with Babynet, trying to train a rescue dog, running after a new toddling- walking- then running baby…  and did I mention living with my in laws? No really we do… and they were wonderful to help me with her so I could train. So I went for a run one morning. I ran straight to the beach from the house. 3 miles. I pulled out my phone, typed in “half marathon”. Saw one in Charleston and bought my “ticket”.  There… now I have to do it.  And then I had to run home.

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I ran mornings, nights, Saturdays at 7am. Holidays and the colder days when the rest of my family sat around a fire. I laced up my sweet new shoes. I ran past and through some incredible and less fortunate gifts from nature. I got chased by a pitbull. Almost hit by a golf ball. I once ran down the beach, thinking I was completely alone, shouting the words to ‘Run This Town’… only to realize there was a family walking their dogs. I ran while I cried. I ran until I had to sit down on the curb and get the hubby to come pick me up.

I had not run farther than 4 miles in my post lacrosse heyday until we moved. Sure I could do Equinox’s “hard” classes. My body wasn’t out of shape necessarily but running shape is another beast.  Each time I ran though… mother nature offered me a gift. This sleepy beach town offered me so much beauty. I felt rewarded for attempting this feat.

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It sounds so corny to say that I did this for Landon.  Don’t all mothers say they do everything for their children?  But really…. I did. I wanted to show her that in the midst of stress, frustration, anxiety and any other emotion that tries to keep us tied up in knots, we have the strength and ability to change that. We can condition our bodies and in turn condition our hearts and minds to have patience. This running journey is also in her honor as now I can run and raise money for her and the nonprofit I plan to start this spring. I’ve accomplished this one race so that I can learn and get stronger for future races.  I plan to now run for children with Microtia. Run for those children and their families to pay it forward.

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Game on.  Next stop… a race called the Diva Half Marathon in April. Yep….

xoxo,

Eloise

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