Never Say Never

If you would have asked me a week ago if I would ever run a marathon, I would have said no, or more like HELL NO.  But today, I am considering it.  And it’s all thanks to my younger brother Tim who ran his first marathon on Sunday.

Last February, Tim told me he was going to run the Chicago Marathon, and asked me to run it with him.  I told him he was high.  There was no way I could run a marathon, nor did I want to run that far.  I asked him why he decided to run the marathon and it turns out one of his friends talked him into it.

I thought Tim was nuts.  In October 2011, Tim ran a half marathon and we went to see him race.  It was a tough and hilly trail, but he did a good job.  However, he did not enjoy it at all.  After the race, Tim was tired, sore and vowed never to run a half marathon again.  So when he called me in February 2012 and told me he was running the Chicago Marathon, I could not believe it. 

He tried to talk me into running it with him, but I said never.  26.2 miles is a long way and a marathon was not on my ‘bucket list’ of things to do.  Plus, where was I going to find the time to train?  And, let’s face it…I am 10 years older than Tim.  He is young and can handle that type of strain on his body…I could not. 

So Tim trained and trained and every week, I checked in with him about his progress.  He was doing great and following the schedule religiously.   

So as last Sunday approached, the excitement was building for Tim and reality set in…he was really going to run a marathon.  We all went down to cheer him on and met up with my sister-in-law Heather who had mapped out the perfect route to see him throughout the race. 

I had never been to the marathon before and was amazed by what I saw.  There were thousands of people of all shapes, sizes and ages running, and all at various levels of abilities.  I saw older people blowing past younger runners who were walking.  I saw people who looked like they were struggling at mile 12 and people laughing and smiling at mile 25.  It was a great day for people watching. 

Coop and Cole made signs for their uncle to see and motivate him.  And thanks to Heather, we were lucky enough to see Tim at three different stops…mile 12, mile 20 and mile 25.

We were so excited to see him and he said it really helped when he saw us, especially towards the end.  Tim did an amazing job and had a great time at 4:29.  To me, the time did not matter.  What I am so impressed with was his commitment to training leading up to the race and that he NEVER WALKED.  He ran the whole thing!!

I am so proud of Tim.  He set out to accomplish something for himself and was committed to the end.  It was so great to be a part of this special day and share in his celebration. 

I have to say that I really got inspired by Tim and the many runners I saw that day.  What an amazing feat to run 26.2 miles. 

So never say never because on Sunday, I caught the fever and really wished that I had said yes to him nine months ago and joined Tim on this adventure.  On Sunday, I was ready to sign up for the 2013 Chicago Marathon.

Then Monday morning came.  I still think it would be great to run a marathon, but maybe I should start out slow.  I am a runner, but the most I have run is a 10K.  How can I run 26.2 miles and when would I find the time to train? 

So I committed to myself to sign up for the 2013 Schaumburg Half Marathon in May and see how it goes.  Maybe 2014 will be my year for the Chicago Marathon.  Never say never.

Congrats Tim (Uncle Cibo)! We love you!!!

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