There's always a first for everything in life, right?
I began toying with the idea of running a distance race for quite a bit of time, but brooding about things in your head is far different than getting up and doing something about it. For someone who lives in her head much of the time, this was really big for me. I'd consider it a pretty big accomplishment given that I impulsively signed up for the race in February and only then began training aggressively for it after my work days were over.
This experience has definitely impacted me in some meta way that hasn't yet surfaced, but it's one of those things you feel deep within, and I'll have to extract out what I'm feeling at some point. It's like this: In the eye of the storm, you never quite understand all you're going through. It's only after everything is over that you gain a certain sense of perspective. An understanding of things.
A part of why I love writing retrospectively is to find new meanings to what I've gone through by means of thoughtful reflection, analysis, deconstruction.
So, in a nutshell, here is how this shindig all went down: