Proud 2019 reflection~
My Dad, Larry Roy loved watching me compete. While in college, he attended all my VT triathlons and road races. In honor of him, and his passion for the race, I ran a half marathon (my first in 12 years) this past fall. This particular race had been on my radar for many years, given it's location; South Hero, where my dad was born, and where he rests in peace. His gravesite is located several hundred feet from the start and finish of the race.
Although not feeling 100% prepared due to an early cold virus, my race experience was remarkably satisfying! Step by step, I traveled along the roads I'd grown up knowing. The warm September sun energized my spirit and warmed my bones.
At times during the race I felt my father's presence. There were parts he lifted my heavy, tired feet (at least it felt that way). There were times when I lifted my own, counting out 1-8 over and over, especially mile 12-13.
After finishing an emotional 2 hours on roads, I walked to the cemetery, placed my race medal over his cross, and dedicated the race, and in ways my life to my father.
In some ways the last part of this experience may seem like the climax. However, in many ways, it was during the summer of 2019, that my fuel and passion was reignited. I grew fond of longer running routes again; the 5:30am training runs with my running partner Alysia were a pleasant way to wake with the birds, the hill repeats that grew in quantity (not so much in quality), each week, and the long slow distance weekend runs...thankfully either listening to a favorite podcast or my friend share about meaningful world values and ideas.
It's rarely about the race, it's about the journey getting there. A good reminder: your 2020 journey awaits you...how do you want to experience it?
Becky Widschwenter- Mindful Movement with Becky