“You’re running a marathon with me for your 70th birthday!!!” I said in a volume too loud for the early morning phone call with my mom.
“A marathon!” I almost yelled again. “I had a dream last night. A very vivid dream that three years from now you and me and Eloise run a marathon together. I could see us at the finish line – hugging with medals around our necks. You were crying…from happiness..and Eloise kept hugging you, jumping up and down and yelling for people to come congratulate you!”
Ha! That’s a funny dream.
“No it’s not. It’s going to happen. In three years we will run a marathon together – all three of us for your 70th, my 50th, and Eloise’s 15th birthday.” My voice quieted a bit as I was surprised at her lack of excitement.
Trace, I’ve never ran a mile. I’m not running a marathon.
“Yes you are. You have three years to train. My dream was real – I felt it. I know it. You can do this.” I pleaded.
“Just think about it.” And then added in my best teenager voice – bringing back an era now so long ago. “For me, Mom…pleeaaase.”
Since that phone call, I’ve planted seeds during conversations with family and friends that she’s running a marathon, and sent her articles about this amazing woman who at 91 just set a new best time record for her age group, and she did not even run her first marathon until she was 76.
But my mom remains somewhat resistant to the idea. However, I have hope she will change her mind. All it takes is a first step to start training. And we have three years.
We can all do hard things if we just try.
I keep bringing this challenge I gave my mother to the front of my mind this week because my doubts of finishing my own marathon have started again. After weeks and weeks of marathon training, great long runs, hill training, and feeling even stronger than I did last Fall – I should be confident and ready to run Grandma’s Marathon this weekend. But I’m still scared.
And I keep whispering to myself – trust your training…trust your training…trust your training….
The two week taper is such a mind-game. I am obsessed with checking the weather, figuring out what to wear, analyzing the course map and planning for the hills and my strategy, and counting out gel shots to determine my calorie intake. When I should just be hanging out on the couch and watching the new season of Orange Is The New Black on Netflix while I trusting my own training.
Because we can all do hard things.
We all need to do hard things. We need to do things that are outside of our comfort zone. We need to try new things. We are never too old to start.
So this weekend – I’m going to run another marathon. And I’ll be just fine.
And in three years – for my mom’s 70th, my 50th, and Eloise’s 15th – well we will cross the finish line together.
Seed firmly planted.