The quest for a personal record! Because when you beat that demon inside of you saying you can’t do better, that’s the greatest feeling in the world. But really is it? That high is a great one but there a greater feeling. That feeling could be seeing someone else personal record broke. Someone else’s battle won!
That’s what I experienced on this day. March 18th 2017. As I set out to run a 10k. It’s already set to be a great one for me. My youngest daughter is setting a PR just by running the distance. She has never ran 10K before. Never ran that far. So it’s set to be a amazing race. You couldn’t ask for better weather, so the stage is set. I start way back in the shoot. Walking up to the start line with my daughter, giving some last minute encouragement. Tell her I love her and will see her at finish line. I take off… we had agreed that for this race I would run my pace, and a friend would run with her at her pace.
The first mile I realized I was over dressed for the weather and had to strip off layer quick, or I might have ran that first mile too fast. I was ok either way. The second and third miles I settled in, enjoying the moment. The fourth miles is really when it set in that the opportunity of a PR for me was there. My PR for a 10k is 54:27. The first few miles set the stage. So I pushed the pace a little. I knew I had to if I wanted to PR. I questioned my training, I questioned if I should push that hard. Been training at a slower pace for a longer distance. Should I jeopardize that? For that high? That PR high? Is it worth it? The more I thought about it… the more I pushed. Turning on the last turn of the race, less than a mile until the finish. Buts it’s a long one. Long flat distance, which you can see the finish line in the far distance. The wind at this point was blowing right towards me. I started to take off, looking at my watch and doing the math. I had 3 minutes, 3 minutes to push to my max to maybe get my PR. But something happened. I looked to the right… there is one of our kiddos. One of my daughters cross country teammates. One of her class mates. He was pushing it. All he had. I turned my music off and asked him “How he was doing?” He said he was good. I ask “how he was feeling?” He said good! I looked at him and said Let’s finish this buddy. My PR at that moment didn’t matter. Seeing him push himself across the finish line… was worth way more to me. That High was greater feeling, my PR for 10k will come a different day… today were their days. My Daughters, her teammates, her classmates and her teachers … seeing those guys and girls…. worth way more! Had a great race, made for a great morning.