Day three of our adventure to the Tetons was an eight hour drive to meet their incredible wonder.
The funny thing is I received a text from a friend along the drive who was being silly and said that the journey isn’t about the destination, which is true, but the literal drive to the Tetons has me thinking of the mental journey that’s gotten me here.
I wish I could express to you without being overcome with emotion how God planted this dream in my head through my sister first, and then my friends and family. Almost 9 months ago in a little restaurant downtown Lexington I tried to get a group of girls to entertain this idea of running a half marathon, not in our backyard, but in Wyoming. (PS we aren’t runners.) and here we are driving through Wyoming to actually run it.
Kelly and I made our trek out of Colorado to Wyoming listening to country music and talking about all that life has brought our way in the past few months. Laughing, feeling like we’ve lost our minds to altitude and maybe a little bit to sugar high, we somehow didn’t completely lose it on our 8 hour drive.
Reflecting on the mental preparation for this race is more than difficult for me. It’s not pretty. It doesn’t sound or look inspiring. It’s not clean neat lines. It’s defeat. It’s pain. It’s hopelessness. And tears. Too many tears. Good thing my friends and family are rockstars.
Over a month ago I sat in a physical therapists office feeling like I couldn’t run this race. It didn’t matter how beautiful everything else was. All I could think about was hip pain when I was trying to train.
I wasn’t suppose to run more than 1 or 2 miles and even that was at a walk/run pace. How in the world was I going to finish 13.1 miles in the time alloted? That’s all I could think. It was overwhelming.
BUT there’s also faith. Hope. And the goodness of God that shines through even the worst situations.
I know life could be worse. I know I have it good, but defeat and hopelessness and hurt try to make their way into your life and no one is immune to that or excused from it. Those things will try and try and try again.
Eating BBQ at bubbas and dipping our feet in our hot tub was the part of the start to our welcome to the Tetons, but this trip is going to end with breaking our fears. Breaking mental barriers of what we thought we couldn’t do…and in all that we are coming out of this place better than we went into it.
So thank you for this push. All the people who’ve contributed and supported. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest, even when we don’t feel we have it to give.