I ran a marathon on Sunday. My first. But it was no big deal.
Let me explain.
It’s not that at one point of my life the idea of running a marathon wasn’t a big deal. I mean, less than 1% of the population can or have run a marathon, 26.2 miles. But on this particular day in my life, it was no big deal. In my mind, my race mantra for the day was, “it’s only running.” Only running, something I have done just about every day for the past two years. My joy. My love. My hobby. A part of me. So, yes, while it was an accomplishment, and an epic moving experience running the 40th Annual Marine Corp Marathon in Washington D.C., alongside Marines, with 30,000 other runners and supporters lining the street at every mile; it was no big deal.
Why? Because I trained for four months, I put in long runs, I had a plan and much like losing the weight, I was able to eat the elephant one bite at a time.
I don’t say it was “no big deal,” in an arrogant or flippant tone. And, if this would have been me two and a half years ago, it certainly would have been a big deal. It would have been a big deal to run a half mile. The really big deal here is that it was no big deal, because of what we can train our bodies and minds to do.
What may seem like a really big deal now, or an insurmountable goal, can change for you in a relatively short period of time if you set a goal, plan and execute. A marathon, who me? Yep, and it was no big deal!