Growing up I was always immersed into sports
and the outdoors. My two older sisters started the trend, the middle one taking
it to new heights by becoming a collegiate diver for the University of
Louisville and participating in triathlons and ultra-marathons (which she
placed in without much training). However, even though both my older sisters
picked up a love for running starting really young, it had never been my thing.
I hated running so much that in soccer I made sure I was the goalie just so I
wouldn’t have to run. It wasn’t until college that I really found my love for
running.
What truly got me started in running was
feeling lost at the gym. I’m the girl who needs to have someone to work out
with because I need to be told what to do (one of the reasons I love workout
videos and personal trainers). When running I could avoid the gym altogether. I
refuse to do treadmills unless forced (bad experience as a kid, my tip for you:
don’t see how fast the treadmill goes and then hop on at that high speed, you will
regret it) and running in circles bores me so running is only enjoyable for me
if it’s outside.
I don’t really remember falling in love but,
knowing me, I probably just told myself how much fun I was having while running
(even though I probably hated it) and I started to believe it. Once I fell in
love though I realized how perfect of a workout it was for me. I’m a very
non-confrontational person when it involves sports. Example: when I play flag
football I feel bad for grabbing the other person’s flag (I wish I could give
them the ball and let everyone score but I don’t think my teammates would
appreciate that). I just want everyone to have fun and not be frustrated and
when I run I am having fun. Over time it has also turned into “me time” and a
chance to get away from daily stressors.
When I started college I “run a marathon
before I graduate” to my bucket list. My first three years flew by while I
developed my love/hate relationship for running (loved it more than I hated it)
without any marathon opportunities. Well then summer 2015 rolled around and I
realized how close I was to graduating without crossing that one goal off my
bucket list. I started researching marathons religiously and I stumbled upon
the Disney marathon. Immediately I knew it was the one and my parents signed me
up as a birthday gift.
If you’re a senior, you know how hectic your
schedule can get. With 18 hours and an internship on my plate, I pushed my
training to the back burner. I had set a half marathon as a checkpoint for me.
On Halloween I ran the Monster Dash Half. Training hadn’t really been a thing
and I ended up getting injured for my stupidity. Nothing serious but I was in a
boot for the month of November. December came around which meant finals were
happening, break happened, and no training was done over this period other than
my regular runs for pleasure. I talked to my parents about it and after
discussing it, we all believed it would be best if I didn’t run the Disney
marathon.
January 1st came and we lost a friend, a sister.
Out of all the people I had told about my marathon, Sara seemed the most
excited for me. She kept telling me I was going to have so much fun and that
she was really impressed that I was going to do it. After she died, I knew I
had to run this race. I couldn’t let all the support I had received from her go
to waste! Then before I knew it I was on a plane for Orlando (still without any
training).
I’m a child at heart so I loved this marathon.
This marathon lets all the runners run through all the parks in Disney with
characters along the way to take pictures with and if you’re really fast (which
I am not) you can even hop on a ride and then get back to the race. The castle
was lit up as well and it was so magical and cheesy and wonderful. I had a
blast running the race up until about mile 20 when my lack of training kicked
in. I started hobbling and wanted to quit but I remembered Sara’s words of
encouragement (they just popped into my head, it was kind of weird) and that’s
what kept me going.
Running across the finish line, I felt so
accomplished. I had turned something that I initially hated into an
accomplishment without any training. (But by the way, train if you’re going to
run a marathon. Trust me.)
After taking one item off my bucket list, I’ve added another. I
hope to run a half marathon distance or more in all 50 states. I’ve checked two
states off already and in April I’ll fly back home to Kansas and do another
half marathon (it’s Wizard of Oz themed, how ironic). This means that my
journey of running includes at least 47 more long distance runs. Although this
is a big goal to accomplish, I am excited to see where it takes me and I’ll
always be running for Sara.
Rachel
Knapp, PC Spring '13