Turned 31 and feel like my life just started or have been in that path for just a little while. My 20s went and yeah, good that they did, because I wasn’t living back then. I was happy to turn 30 and even happier to move forward in my adventures!
So, like the title says… I actually did run my first Ultra Marathon yesterday!! 50km done! Biggest dream came true and I can now call myself Ultra runner, how cool is that!!
Today has been so great, so full of love and just yes :). It has also been a good reminder how much I have friends these days, as I still can’t believe how many of you I can call my friends all over the globe, pretty amazing! I have some exciting news to tell you, new adventures, but that will have to wait a bit more… Can’t wait to share it all!!
Okay and then to that dream come true Sunday stroll.
Few days ago I decided that I will run 50km to just do it, then my Ultra in April will be easy as I know that I’ve done 50 so I can do 59km. I woke up before my alarm, so before 7am, got up and made breakfast, got myself and my stuff ready and left at 8am.
Wasn’t feeling my best but just said to myself that “take it easy and you’ll be okay”. All the way to 21km I felt okay, but then around 23km my stomach started acting up and I couldn’t eat anything after that. Which didn’t really make me feel that strong about finishing my goal. And for good few kilometers I was so down and low, I was so ready to give up and call it a day. I made myself feel way worse by being so negative that I was just a miserable dick. I even almost called to my Mom if she could pick me up. I tried all that I could to find a reason to just be a pussy and give up, like I’ve always been before.
But then it hit me, I’ve always given up, always before. That was my “thing”. It it has been the thing I’ve worked the most to get rid of. SO. I said to myself, stop that shit, you’re not giving up because you didn’t work this hard and come all the way here to do what you’ve done always and you don’t do that shit anymore!
And I didn’t, I decided that I would walk the rest of the way rather than give up. Which meant about 20km. But I didn’t give up!
For 25km I couldn’t eat but I drank water and kept moving forward, that was all that mattered. I couldn’t run all the time but I kept moving forward. I made discomfort my friend, I embraced it. I reminded myself that this is what I’ve been searching for, the thing that I didn’t know, that what my body is truly capable of doing if I let it.
And it ended up surprising me so much that wow! The last 15km was actually really nice, I smiled and was positive, and kept going. The last 2km I just beamed like some crazy person who just realises that their dream is about to come true :). There might have been a bit of tears in my eyes too…
The main thing now, is that I’m pretty damn proud of myself. It seems that I still don’t understand fully what I’ve done, but I did it, all by myself!
I’ve also realised yesterday that this year, in the span of three months, I’ve conquered all my distance fears. January I ran my 30km fear run. February I casually ran my first Marathon on some Sunday and yesterday I ran my first Ultra Marathon, for fun, no race needed. And in only three weeks I’m running my second Ultra!! Better give these legs some rest :).
I feel like I need some time to really understand how much I’ve grown in such a short period of time. Because at the moment I have no idea but I feel I’ve done good.
Thank you for all the love and support, it means so much that I can’t even describe it! Thank You ❤