I had my first marathon team meeting last night. I was a bit nervous. I haven’t been to any of my group runs yet because I’m kinda scared to run with other people. Performance anxiety for a charity run - yeah, it’s silly.
The room was full of vibrant, committed and, most of all, incredibly brave people. Two people had lost one of their parents in the last two weeks. Heartbreaking and inspiring. We went around the room telling our stories and I saw a little bit of myself in each one of them. I left with renewed energy. I’m part of something bigger than myself and it feels, well, exciting.
I called my Mom today to tell her all about it and she loved it. I think she’s starting to understand why I’m doing this. I even told her how I cried when I introduced myself and told our story - and she said, ‘Aw Bon. Really, I’m okay. I’m not giving in. You know me.’
What a great lady.
I’m going on my group run tomorrow after work.