July 28th, 2014
You are whatever you believe you are. You can do whatever you believe you can do. It doesn’t mean that all you have to do is “bo-lieve” like the inspirational WWE wrestler Bo Dallas. Confidence is generated by work ethic. Before running my first full marathon in 2012, I hadn’t ran more than 3.1 consecutive miles until a week before the race. I had however, been training at Newton’s 5-6 days a week and built up tolerance of going 3-4 hours a day. The training consisted of battle ropes, med balls, bosu balls, kettlebells, jungle-gym suspension, natural instincts, rowing, spinning, and kickboxing. Before that I never imagined running a marathon. I didn’t even know it was 26.2 miles until one day I heard some friends talking about the Miami Marathon. I said to them I wanted to do it and they thought I was crazy. People told me I wasn’t a runner and had to train for a marathon. My reply was that I train so hard I can do anything. I never once doubted myself and without doing any research or learning any tips of how to prepare, I ran a sub 4 hour marathon.
Did I make any mistakes? Certainly! Looking back at it now it’s kind of funny. I totally overloaded on a high fiber Kashi cereal with additional dates, a banana, and almonds. I also had about 12 egg whites, a Green Machine Naked Juice, and a carb drink on the way. I was stuffed and needless to say had to stop in a hotel on South Beach around mile 4 to use a restroom. At least from that point on I was flying. I kept telling myself “I got this.” I was high off the energy surrounding me. When I got to mile 13 I remembered someone telling me I was going to wish I was finished. I laughed to myself because not only was I not tired, I didn’t want it to end! I ran faster and faster with a natural smile on my face the entire time, fist pumping, and high-fiving. I chose not to use earphones so I could totally grasp the experience and be more conscious of my inner voice and surroundings. I wore my first pair of Lululemon Pace Breakers which I still use and cherish!
My parents were there at the finish line. Thank God! The race felt great but afterwards I could barely move. I needed my parents to help me walk. I felt soreness everywhere including my lungs and organs. I almost hurt to even eat. It took me about a week to recover. I felt like I’d done something nobody could take away from me. I had ran a marathon! I didn’t have any immediate desire to do it again. That wasn’t until a friend dared me to do it dribbling 2 basketballs!
Believe in yourself and you’re halfway there,