26-Mile Life Lesson

I had a go-to moment.  I finished a marathon…26.2 miles and I did it!  Whenever I feel frustrated, low or like I can’t get through something, I just have to remember the day I completed a marathon to realize I can do anything.

The last year has been full of so many changes for me.  I haven’t blogged because I want to move forward and leave behind my past.  The divorce was final in April so I haven’t been Mrs. Hyde in 7 months.  The end was ugly…Mr. Hyde sent very personal photos & a journal to my parents.  My Dad, with a heart condition, opened that package.  It was hurtful and embarrassing, but despite his violation of the no contact order, I didn’t press charged or retaliate.  I held my head up and got through it.

I had always thought it would be amazing to complete a marathon someday.  When a high school friend mentioned starting to train for one, I asked if I could follow the schedule as well.  What better way to test my own strength and endurance?

I completed a half marathon in September but could 13.1 miles really prepare me for a full marathon?

Two months later, I would find out.  My name was printed on the bib with my number.  The course was lined with supporters to cheer everyone on.  “Go Mrs. Hyde,”  “You are a rock star,” “You can DO this,” “You are my hero, Mrs. Hyde” were all things people cheered along the run.  I hurt my knee at mile 9 and was unable to continue running.  I was passed by Elvis, a guy who was juggling as he ran and the lady walking just in front of me stopped at the 20 mile mark to guzzle a beer from someone on the sidelines.  I limped as I walked the last 17 miles, but there was no way I was giving up.