There is something about people doubting my ability to do something that makes me want to prove them wrong. Sometimes this can be good a good motivator with great results BUT that doesn’t apply in this situation…

While at my son’s 6th birthday party this past weekend, my brother-in-law challenged me to a race after I said I could probably beat him (which in hindsight I shouldn’t have said). Normally I would have said “no” but this time, I just had to do it. Why you ask? Good question. I can say it wasn’t because he challenged me (he does these types of things all the time), I did it because my supportive family (I say sarcastically) didn’t think I could even run.

As I said before, doubt pushes me to do things…even stupid things.

Granted, I don’t do much running, or really any exercise for that matter, but they claim they’ve never seen me run. Although that may be true, that doesn’t mean I “can’t” run, it just means I choose not to. I guess my doing a marathon didn’t count as running? (yes, I mostly walked BUT I did run across the finish line so that counts). Now that I think about it, part of the reason I signed up for it was because they told me I couldn’t do it…I am starting to see a pattern here.

So…the race happened and as you can gather I lost, I felt like I was going to pass out and I probably shouldn’t have accepted the race to begin with BUT I showed them all that I CAN run.

I Lost The Race But I Walked Away Victorious

All that to say that, I lost the race but I walked limped away victorious…and sore (very sore).

This just goes to show that I shouldn’t let what people say about me bother me so much and that if I decide to race someone, I should train before doing so.

*I will say that my family did root for me during the race, so they really are supportive!