Sunday’s Race Route. I’m excited and a little apprehensive to be running across the Golden Gate Bridge, because of the personal significance it carries for me. I never met my father’s mother, and because my family carries grief very poorly, I don’t know too much about my grandmother. I love living in San Francisco now because it was where she lived, and grew up, and spent a great deal of her life. One of the very few things I do know about her is that she roller skated across the Golden Gate Bridge on Opening Day, in 1937. She was fifteen years old. I’ll be thinking about her with every step.
For a lot of my friends and family, I’m sure this seems pretty easy — but I’ve never been a distance runner. Lingering injuries from high school and uncorrected breathing problems kept me pretty sidelined.
My two surgeries last year have given me an incredible gift, and I’ve been able to accomplish things that never would have been possible for me before. Two years ago, I struggled to run a single mile. Now, I can comfortably run over 7. I’ve kept pushing myself and this will be the longest distance I’ve ever run.
Running has been such a huge part of my weight loss, and just the way I feel about myself in general. I’m still learning and growing as a person, and a large part of that is to try to stop being my own worst enemy.
When I’m racing, I’m competing against myself, and the only thing that can stop me is me. I’m not a distance runner. I don’t have the physique for it, even now that I’m in much better shape. My legs are too short, my torso is too long, and I’ll never match pace with my 6ft tall younger sister.
I’m not going to win. I might make my goal pace, and I might not. But I am going to finish. And how I do depends entirely on me. Which is honestly, really refreshing. I’m not limited by my talents in this arena, because I don’t have any. When you have no talents, then you have no limits. It’s all an act of will.