Growing up, I was THAT girl who was not good at any sports.

My mom would always say that she sent me to dance classes because she saw how afraid I was with balls.
In 6th grade, our school did a relay race, and my class lost because I fucking FELL. (literally head-down-facepalm-as-dramatic-as-it-gets-kinda-fall)
And just a year and a half ago, I couldn't and have never run more than 5k.

And this weekend, your girl finished a half marathon (21km) in 2 hours and 30 minutes.

Here is what you don’t know: The finish time of 2 hours and 30 minutes was my holy grail.

To finish running under 2 hours and 30 minutes, my average speed has to be just under 7:07 min/km.

7:07 min/km was my around best speed in a 5km run. To sustain that speed for another 16km (!?), my logical mind would say that's not possible.

But I showed up to my practices.

Every single practice run I did, I focused on possibility.

I imagined how I felt as the person who ran a 21km run in under 2 hours and 30 minutes: she would feel light, excited, grounded, and centered.

I imagined her - every. single. run.

I honestly didn't know if I could even reach that time, but that was not my focus.

I focused on playing to win:

I gave it my all.

I was my best cheerleader.

And most importantly, I made sure I had fun.

I didn't care if that never happened before.

In the field of possibility, I don't need evidence.

I just need to know it's a MAYBE.

21km of pain, joy, and everything in between.

When I crossed the finish line, I was just ecstatic about how I showed up in the race.

It wasn’t until my partner told me that I did it in 2 hours and 30 mins was when it hit me.

Life is a marathon.

The journey is pain, joy, and everything in between.

This is how I am choosing to show up in my life: playing to win, believing in possibility, and doing it for me, for you for us.

Will you join me in this game of life?

Thank you for witnessing,

My first half marathon.

I invited 33 strangers to my 33rd birthday.