Monday, December 5, 2011

Shouldn't We All Have Our Own Personal Cheerleaders?





Over the weekend I ran a holiday 10 mile race.  I was a little concerned because I've been sick on and off for almost 2 months and my training hasn't been where it should be.  I was also concerned about the chilly weather and my aversion to all things cold.  But I got out there with a positive attitude and some butterflies in my belly and vowed to try my best without putting too much pressure on myself. 



The first half of the race was awesome.  I felt great, the cold wasn't bothering me at all, and I loved looking around at the runners dressed up in festive costumes.  Then the course changed directions, and suddenly it was a different race.  For the next 2 miles I fought brutal wind and felt the familiar twinges of an old hamstring injury.  By the time the course changed directions again and I had the wind at my back, I was mentally drained and unsure of whether I'd be running across the finish line or crawling. 


It must have been around mile 8 when I first heard my name during the silence in between songs on my iPod.  "Go Roller!  You can do it Roller!"  I looked at the sidewalk where people I didn't know were calling out my name and cheering me on.  (It took me a second to remember that my name was printed in big bold letters on the bib pinned to my shirt.)  I felt like I had my own personal cheering squad.  It was just what I needed.


My feet felt a little bit lighter, and I realized I was running with a smile plastered on my face.  I checked my GPS watch, and sure enough my pace had picked up.  I found an upbeat song on my playlist and pumped up the volume.  There was no longer any doubt about how I'd be crossing that finish line.


Before I knew it I was at mile 9 and a half.   The line of spectators was growing thicker so I took off one of my headphones.  I couldn't even hear the music in one ear as onlookers clapped and cheered and clanged cow bells and hooted and hollered and yes, called out runners' names.  I rode the wave of their enthusiasm for the next half mile until I sprinted my way across the finish line.


If you've ever run a big race, you know that the finish line is not the end.  Despite the fact that you probably want to collapse and/or puke, you have to keep walking through a secure area before you can stop and get your bearings.  As you catch your breath and try to find your way to the end, volunteers hand you a medal, bottles of Gatorade and water, bananas, energy bars, and maybe even a surprise gift.  Then when you reach the end of the barricades, you find your loved ones, smile for the camera, and commence the celebration of your accomplishment.


I had no loved ones greeting me at the finish line, no one snapping pictures, no one sharing the celebration of my accomplishments.  But as I walked through the secure area of finishers accepting goodies in my post-race delirium, I had those personal cheerleaders.  "Good job Roller!  You did it Roller!  You rock Roller!"  I hung that medal around my neck, clutched my banana and Gatorade in one hand, and with my other hand, I high-fived those strangers who chanted my name as if I had just won an Olympic goal medal. 


I truly believe that those cheerleaders were the reason I sprinted across that finish line instead of crawled.  And as I walked to my car with my medal around my neck and my runners' high wearing off, I thought about how nice it would be to have personal cheerleaders clapping and cheering by our side to get us through those hurdles in everyday life, both big and small.  A million things on your to-do list?  Tackle the easy ones first Roller!!!  Kids throwing tantrums?  Let them work it out themselves Roller!!!   Questioning the direction your life is going?  Follow your heart Roller!!!  Yeah that would be nice.



But I guess I do have my own personal cheerleaders.  They might not be chanting my name or clanging cow bells, but my friends and family are always there with encouragement when the course changes directions and I hit a brick wall.  I don't need to run a 10 mile race to know who my cheerleaders are.  And for that I am incredibly grateful.



Who are your personal cheerleaders?


6 comments:

  1. My mom and my sister, for sure! There have been times that I don't know what I would have done without them.

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  2. Wow, congrats on running and finishing the race - well done!

    Between a nasty winter (already) and my own colds and flu again and again, my running has fallen away lately - congrats on making it work!

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  3. Congrats on finishing the race! That's awesome! I'm in the process of trying to become a runner, and ten miles is such an accomplishment! Way to go!

    Like you, my husband, family and friends are definitely my biggest cheerleaders! There are so many things in life I couldn't have completed without their love and support!

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  4. Yay! 10 miles? Good for you! I think distance runners become experts at creating their own little mental cheerleaders. Running into a bitter wind with an old hamstring injury, you must have quite the squad :)

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  5. Hi, I'm Steph. I'm new to the blogging world, but I have to say that I really enjoy reading your blog! c: And personal cheerleaders for everyday life situations is definitely a good thought!
    Anyways, I blog at: www.twomarinesonelove.blogspot.com
    (:

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  6. Yay for knocking out another race!! :)

    Just for a recent example, I have to say SoldierMan was my best cheerleader during NaNoWriMo. Every day he'd ask, "How many more words do you have to do today?" And I'd tell him and he'd say, "Aw, that's nothing! You can do it! Too easy." Then he grin at me, full aware he had no idea what he was talking about. I think he texted me three times on the last day asking if I'd finished yet. I hope I am as successful next year when he's gone.

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