There are times when we set goals that are lofty. The times when we really feel like we are ready to venture into a brand new level of challenging ourselves. That is the place I found myself this year when I registered for the
Massanutten Mountain Trails 100
I felt like this new challenge was simply mine for the taking. I was nervous but ready to push past that place where others stopped. I wanted to see just how well I could suffer and still loved at the end.
Today I accept that I will not get to christen my 100 mile adventure in Massanutten.
#14 is as close as I got. And while there wasn't anything I could have done
and believe I would have done nearly anything
to insure that I got it, I am sadden that all my planning will not result in my maiden 100 mile adventure happening as I celebrate my 2 year streak-iversary.
But my drive to challenge myself is not dampened by a few tears. Isn't that part of the reward? The struggle to arrive at the finish line doesn't begin at the start line. It begins that first moment when we think we can. That first time I thought that I could go a little farther. The moment when I told myself that I could finish a 100 mile trail race. That is when I starting moving towards that finish line.
And even though my trail just got a little longer, I will keep moving forward until I cross that finish line where ever it happens to be.