Reflecting as I make my way to Gazelle Girl Half Marathon. I’m proud of the woman who showed up to this race last year. She was committed, strong and determined. She had fueled her body with love, precision and a newfound clarity that she couldn’t even fully comprehend yet. She had given her whole self to the training and goal. She was driven and she had savored every part of the journey to get there. She was realizing what her physical body and mental strength was capable of and she found a power that awed her. She pushed because there was nothing stopping her, and she loved every second of it.
She also had so little control of so many things. Life was uncertain and blowing up all around her and she could feel the waves coming. She was on the verge of disrupting so many expectations and the fear of it often paralyzed her. So she did the only thing she could to survive and find some sense of peace. She ran. She could control how much effort and grit she showed up with, and amidst the stormy weather, she could stand steady at this helm. She could bet on herself and know that what she put in would be what she got out.
I love her. I admire her, and I am so, so very proud of her. She is a favorite part of me now. She did the only thing she could and she didn’t just survive, she thrived. (And heck yeah she PR’d.)
But the girl who’s showing up this weekend?
Oh man, I love her too.
She’s stronger in a whole different and beautiful way. She’s got a calm heart and peaceful vibe. She’s light on her feet, and she’s grounded, wise and weathered. She’s been working hard on a different kind of race. She’s been putting in time, hitting her marks and gaining speed in other ways.
She’s still running strong, though not to control the outcome – but simply appreciate the privilege of the journey. She fully surrendered to the storm. She put her heart out to the world and showed up vulnerable as heck.
But best of all? The girl who’s showing up this weekend belongs to herself – she’s got nothing to prove except that she’s still here.
I see so many women chasing down dreams and PRs right now and I freaking love it. Girl, GO GET IT. This season of your life deserves all of you. Be all in. Own that fierce beating of your heart that is telling you to push and strive. You will find parts of yourself that make you so damn proud. It’s a magical season of finding your power and potential, savor it.
And I see so many women in races of a different kind. So many women showing up in storms they are finally facing, working through and enduring. Proud of all of you too. Like, really proud. And hey girl, I see you too – the one with the unfair storm that you didn’t deserve but you’re in. I know you didn’t see it coming… and now you’ve got no choice but to play that hand and fight like hell. You are the true warrior.
My PR this weekend? Proud & resilient.
PRs can be whatever we need them to be… and our journey is ours and ours alone.
Now go get yours – this weekend, in this moment, tomorrow, whenever it comes. Just make it YOURS.