I’ve decided to start training again. I must be crazy. My mom and I are signing up for Disney’s Princess Half Marathon in 2010. I’m excited to experience this with my mother, who is one of my closest friends.
In all honesty, I ran the Marine Corps Marathon in 2001 and 2003, but the pain was excruciating as I crossed the finished line. Knowing I had raised money on behalf of the DC Aids Clinic, kept me going and able to go the distance. I made a commitment and was obligated to try as hard as I could to complete the race.
I realize tons of people run marathons. But being 5’3 and petite, yet curvy (arguably in the right places) I don’t have a lean runners body. Running doesn’t come natural or easy. However, after completing two marathons, I can say when you put your mind to it, anything is possible.
As for dating, unlike some of my friends who were fortunate to do a sprint, I am apparently registered for the marathon. Some challenges, some lessons learned, some heartbreak and some incredible memories I wouldn’t exchange for anything. I know I will complete this too. The finish line may not look how I imagined it would at age 20, but I am confident I will be smiling nonetheless.
What is your magic age? I was speaking with an old friend’s daughter who has been dating the same guy for about 4 years now. She is about to be 22 and he is approaching 24. During our conversation she mentioned that 24 is the magic number. Perplexed, I asked, “What is a magic number and the significance?” She replied, “24 is the age you are supposed to settle down, find a career, own a home, and start planning a family. “ I cannot imagine in my wildest dreams even considering any of those possibilities when I was the ripe old age of 24! Nope, those thoughts were not even a part of my remote thinking. Now, 30 I must admit was my magic number. I was supposed to have an established career, husband, and a child on the way, home ownership, and all of the responsibilities that I believed came with adulthood.
For the record, none of these things happened, not a single one! I began to think how these beliefs can be detrimental to my friend’s daughter. I know they were to me, so I can only imagine they must be to other people. I have decided there is no magic number. Everything in my opinion happens when it is supposed to; when I am ready and not a minute sooner. It has been a hard realization because like most people I want what I want when I want it. However, a few years ago I made the choice to not push ideas that were out of my control. Once I made this decision things in my life that I worked for began to come to fruition. I know for some this may sound a bit kooky, but realizing I couldn’t control everything has really helped me to become more at ease with myself and with other people. I let go of the “supposed to” idea and my magic age, which in turn had me ease up on my own expectations of myself and others.