There are plenty of things I have done in my life
which have, as I like to say: put the fear into me. Taking my driving test, my
first day of University, starting a new job and so the list goes on. However
this week I am experiencing a new feeling of fear; it’s a feeling of nervous
anticipation laced with a new form of self doubt. It’s a feeling brought on by awaiting a
certain day, the day I will run my first ever half Marathon.
I mean I’m the kind of girl who tweets on the regular about eating 5 share size bags of Sensation poppadoms. How was I suddenly meant to go from nearly passing out after running a 5K to pacing through a 13.1 mile race. The answer I guess is there was just a very small part of me that believed in myself.
Believing in myself is something that has slightly faltered through the years. I am not quite the boisterous little young thang I used to be who obnoxiously thought she could achieve anything. Yet the truth is, we really can achieve almost anything if we set our minds to it. A few knocks in life can set you back sometimes and alter your self confidence but for me running has been a surprising way of learning to believe in yourself again. Building self confidence is definitely something I would like to touch more upon in a separate blog post.
Also for me, trying to run this race is not only just about achieving a new goal and learning to have more faith in myself. It’s also about raising money for an important cause. Over the past few years I have lost both an Aunt and an Uncle from Cancer.
On a final note. There is no big or small way of raising money for any type of charity. There is no expectancy for everyone to run a race. The idea of raising money can start from anywhere, from buying a muffin at a bake sale (and not forgetting to tick the gift aid box) to doing a midnight walk. The possibilities are endless and as we all know, every little helps.