“Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.” ―Dale Carnegie. I recently read a book that outlined the journey of Dale Carnegie. He was that awkward, skinny boy in high school who was bullied. His grit, tenacity and determination to be the best at his craft lead him to greatness. I know you have that power too!
In October of 2015, our family ran the B.A.A. HALF Marathon in honor of Jason’s brother, Jeffrey Schneider. It was sponsored by the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. A wonderful cause and one we are all passionate about. Together we trained for the event. Planters fascitis and tight hipflexers were not going to stop me, so I was ready to go! It was a beautiful, sunny Fall day in the Boston suburbs with colorful leaves falling. Caroline and my sister-in-law cheering us on as we pinned on our numbers, tried to stay out of the wet morning grass, line up for the last pit stop, sips of water and a quick warm up.
The race course was flat and through neighborhoods like ones in our hometown. Minor hills, no cars and wide roads that made it easy to get your pace going. We started together, but somehow quickly go separated. I started Zac Brown (okay I am a Southern Girl) and set to run for the two hours and simply enjoy the experience.
During the first ½ mile, I felt my stomach beginning to act up. For the past 6 years, I had suffered from severe IBS and avoided running. I had trained my stomach as much as my body.
At Mile 1 – No portable bathrooms – WHAT!
Needless to say…you get the picture.
At Mile 2, I was able to “clean-up” as best as possible and talked to the medical team. They advised me that I could turn around and go back to the start or wait for the “sweep”. A bus would come by and “sweep” us up.
What would you have done?
I seriously debated walking backwards. Then I thought about my brother in law - his courage, smile and desire to live and how he fought until the end. This race was in the bag for me. This day could not be more perfect. It was his day - forward I went.
My time was 2:45. At the Finish Line, I broke into tears and just kissed the ground. Pain is temporary. Quitting is forever.
Now, I am training for the Invesco ½ in Atlanta at Thanksgiving. 3 years later I have the courage to try again. Don’t ever quit on your dreams!
Pursue the life you deserve.
Stay the course.