I viewed the San Francisco Half Marathon as the icing on the cake after a LONG two months of night classes, studying for the GRE, and transition into a new job.
And when I looked at my months of June and July on my calendar, my heart sank.
I can say that I had doubts of what my capabilities were. But I have a goal and had taken such big leaps. To cower now would mean that I could never attain that goal.
So I kept going. everyday. knowing that there was an ending time in sight.
I took my GRE on Thursday and as I clicked to find out my score right away (yes, GRE calculates your score right then and there), it appeared.
Scores that I didn’t know I was even capable of. I stared in disbelief, then my eyes started to tear up and I just wanted to call home. But, “no cell phones in the testing room” meant I needed to run to my car a few blocks away to make that call.
For anyone else in the testing center, those tears could have meant anything. But I knew what they meant.
It meant that I did it.
And when I run San Francisco Half Marathon on Sunday, I’m sure there will be tears in my eyes too. And again, for those observing, those tears could mean anything. But to me, I’ll know what they mean.
It’s been a long time coming, but half marathon #7 will happen.