I'm feeling all kinds of sentimental tonight. Today was my last, first cross country race ever. The first race of my senior year of college. And even though I have an entire year's worth of running ahead of me, I am increasingly aware that I need to cling tightly to every moment.
It is wild to think that, when I started this blog, my collegiate running career was nothing more than a dream in the distance. I was living in the 6e in Paris and running through the French countryside every morning in the hopes of becoming fast enough to get a scholarship on my return to the United States. As I write this, I realize how silly it must seem to many people that I was thinking about cross country while I was living in a city that most people only ever dream about, but I suppose it shows
just how passionate I am about this sport.
I love my team.
I love bonding over ice baths and long runs and very challenging workouts.
I love racing. Though I admittedly do much better in workouts than in races,
I am working on getting the mentality down and becoming more competitive.
I love that I have the opportunity every day to work
on bettering myself and growing personally.
I have learned so much about identity and my weaknesses and strengths.
And I love that I get to be a leader and encourager on my team.
Basically, I feel so incredibly blessed.
I am so grateful for this season of my life.
So my first race today. The first of many. I am pleased with it, but I still have much improvement to do and big goals to work toward. I am stronger than ever this year due to a summer of heavy lifting, quality seventy mile weeks,
lots of healthy calories and a lot of stretching and plymo.
Far from being the end, this is just the beginning. I'm ready.