A crazy wonderful journey

For 10 weeks now we have been a team.  We have spent countless hours each week together, getting to know each other and training together.  Hours on Facebook reading each other’s blogs and sharing our stories with each other.

On that first night at Tempo I remember feeling out of place and awkward.  I looked around and knew no one, looking back I really had no idea what I was in for.  That night I met two women that I am sure I will have as friends forever.

I remember going into that first Sunday run thinking it was only 20 1:1 I could do that right?   It was a humbling experience.  I wanted to stop after the first set, the second set and I swear each set that followed.  But right from that very first day the mentors had our backs.  They were there saying exactly the right thing at the right time.  Encouraging, supportive and motivating.  We all made it through that day. And then the next training session.  We all bonded and at some point it became so much more then just a team.  We became a support system for each other.  Whether you are having a good day, a bad day or just needed to vent there was always someone there to support you.

About 5 or 6 weeks into the journey is when it all clicked for me. It stoped being all about the group and started being about me as part of the group.  I was no longer running cause I had to follow the schedule as part of the group, but because I enjoyed it.  I was feeling so much stronger then I ever had before.  I was doing it for me. I had finally given over to the process.

The Sunday long runs became fun.  The Wednesday hill nights became doable ( well except for that one week when we did sprints up the hill, common really?  Lol).   When I started I never would have dreamed I’d be running over the bridge and enjoying it.

This weekend was an emotional one for so many of us.  Watching everyone’s videos and reading all the posts and looking through the countless photos you could see it. We are all on this wonderful crazy journey together and this is weekend was one of the peaks.  Waking up in Fredericton this morning to lots of messages from the mentors and my team mates was amazing.  And as a ran my 10k today I thought of everyone on the team and the emotions came flooding in.  I am not ashamed to say I have cried a few times this weekend watching videos of my teammates finishing their runs, or when  I finished mine today.  Or when my biggest supporter and bestie crossed the finish line of her fourth full marathon today (full disclosure I may be crying while typing this now).

This journey has helped me find a strength in myself that I am not sure I even knew existed.  What a crazy, wonderful journey this is turning out to be!

The final countdown to the big race day is on and of this weekend is any indication I’m going to need to stock up on Kleenex !!

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