I have a confession to make. I wasn’t sure if I could do this. I wasn’t sure if would measure up or hit the paces my team needed me to hit. When I was asked to be a pacer for the J&A Racing Training Team, I knew my heart was committed but could my legs preform.
The first training team meet up resulted in a lot of anxiety. It felt like race day eve. I didn’t sleep. I had a nervous stomach. When I was introduced to the group, I felt like an imposter. I was a new face in the crowd. I had a lot I wanted to prove. I had a lot of self induced pressure.
We ran that day, and our paces were exactly where they needed to be. I’ve never felt more relieved.
For the past 12 weeks, Friday nights have all been the same. I’ve been nervous. I’ve been afraid this would be the weekend I’d have a terrible run. When you’re pacing at your race pace, you can’t hide. There is no room for a bad run. I needed to be my best every Saturday. I wanted to be my best every Saturday.
Confession: I wasn’t confident that a 9 minute mile was my comfort zone.
Confession: I put a lot of pressure on myself to bring my A Game every weekend.
Confession: I’ve never wanted to be successful at something as much as I wanted this.
Every Saturday, I’ve got out of bed, my body alive with excitement. Each week my doubts have grown a little more quiet. Each week my heart has beat louder. It’s become more clear. It’s become more vibrant. I can do this. I am doing this.
This past weekend our team had its furthest run to date. Everyone in my 9 minute group set out to accomplish 14 miles. After the first few miles, it was clear each runner in our pack was having a different day. Two were feeling strong and were ready to soar. Two were struggling with illness and need to preserve. I sent the two healthy teammates free. Go run. We will catch up. For the other two, we ran miles that felt good. For one that meant cutting the run short. For the other, we ran walked the final few.
Every single person on our team is race ready. Saturday was a formality. For everyone it proved what they already know about themselves. Their goals are waiting for them to achieve them. For the next nineteen days, our legs will become fresh again. Our spirit will continue to shine.
Confession: I’m more excited about their race than my own.
Confession: I’m more excited about them discovering their potential than what I can do on race day.
I have my own personal goals for race day, but this entire training cycle has been my reward. I’ve erased every doubt my head was creating back in December.
Confession: I hope I’m chasing them all on the race course.
Confession: Every single runner on this team is the reason I will give my all on race day. It’s to honor them.
“…there was some kind of connection between the capacity to love and the capacity to love *running*. The engineering was certainly the same: both depended on loosening your grip on your own desires, putting aside what you wanted and appreciating what you’ve got, being patient and forgiving and… undemanding…maybe we shouldn’t be surprised that getting better at one could make you better at the other.” ~Christopher McDougall
Confession: Seeing potential in my teammates had allowed me to see my potential.
Confession: This team has healed my heart.
Confession: This team has made my love more vibrant.
Confession: I don’t want this season to end.
“Running is the heart of what it means to be human.” ~Christopher McDougall
Confession: This team has brought me back to life.
Thank you doesn’t feel like the right words. They aren’t strong enough. The only way I can think of to express my gratitude for this journey is to let my heart run this race, to pour everything I have into race day, and to leave every ounce of energy I have on the race course.
I owe it to them, and I owe it to myself.
19 days until race day!