04/01/2025
In 2017, in my 20s, I had this little dream. Not even a dream, really—just a thing. I thought, “One day, I’ll run a marathon.” I prepped, I trained, and then… just before the marathon, I got hitched. The excitement of starting this new chapter in my life took over, and I didn’t show up for that race.
After that, the marathon became a long-lost dream. Life moved on, and I never thought about it again.
But a couple of weeks ago, something shifted. I decided to start running—not for a race, not for a goal, but for the love of it. For the winter mornings, the music in my ears, the greenery, the stillness. I didn’t overthink it. I just made a simple promise to myself: in two weeks, I’ll show up for my first 10K.
No pressure, no expectations—just me and my commitment to myself.
Today was the day. Honestly, I didn’t know how it would go. Would I finish? Would I stop halfway? I didn’t overanalyze. I just laced up, stepped outside, and told myself, “Worst case, I’ll enjoy the music, soak in the sun, and come back home.”
But I did it. I finished my 10K.
It’s not a huge deal. People do 10Ks every day. But for me, this was a promise I kept to myself—a small win. And sometimes, that’s all we need. A small win to remind us that we can still dream bigger.
Here’s to showing up. To the little wins. To the ones that matter.
