When I crossed the finish line of the 2014 Twin Cities Marathon, my nearly two decades old running dream came true. I never believed I could run 26.2 miles. It had always been an elusive, far off, “Well, maybe one day it could happen” kind of dream. Marathon runners were always big, mythical heroes to me. I never imagined I would be able to join the elite group of runners who make up less than one percent of the population.
Until I did.
And now I have an ever bigger dream. One that scares the sh*t out of me. But I hope, if I work really, really hard, I can do it. I want to run a 50K. I even chose which one: the Chicago Lakefront 50/50. Since I’m taking 2016 off from a full, I would run it in October 2017.
When I signed up for the Twin Cities Marathon, I was scared. I had no idea if I could actually run a marathon. My new running goal scares the crap out of me, too. Sometimes I think, “Elyse, this is beyond crazy. Are you really up for this? I mean, really?” But I also think dreaming big means you should be a little scared–or hell, a whole lot scared.
We’ll see what happens between now and October 2017, but I hope by officially announcing my big, scary goal, it will help me not give up on it.