My annual Turkey Trot as with everything in 2020 looked very different this year. It was a lonely start, no visual to focus on at the finish and no people cheering you on. Somehow, with all this I completed my fastest 5k yet. The crazy thing is for weeks I hadn’t been able to run for more than a couple minutes at a time and had seriously considered giving up running.
I did a 3 mile warm up and then officially started my race. I noticed my fear of being alone was gone and that oddly I felt great. There were times when It felt like someone was pushing me along and a voice telling me to keep going I could do this. My dad always told me he wanted to be able to run again. It truly felt at that moment that I wasn’t racing alone on that trail. He was with me those last 3.1 miles for I felt him. In my mind there was no physical way I could of felt so good at that pace. I never even considered walking or slowing down at any point.
Today, I am grateful that heaven is closer than we imagine and that it opens up at the exact moment you need it to. He was my biggest cheerleader and he knew I desperately needed that renewed faith in myself.
It turns out I did have extra support at the finish line too. Within moments of finishing my incredible mom was inspired to call me and my sweet girls were waiting for me.
My Thanksgiving tradition of 2020 did not include a shirt, medal or any memorabilia. It was not like anything I had pictured it would be. Instead it was everything and more that I NEEDED it to be and I will be forever grateful!!
xoxo
Tiffanee
