I'm not the fastest runner. In a marathon, I'm a solidly at the back of the pack, watching the elites blaze past at a turnaround with open awe. But there is something incredibly empowering about being able to conquer 42.2 kilometers-- the sheer badassery of it, and the gumption. The realization that months of training has brought you to the finish line and carried you to the point where you can declare, proudly, that you are a runner.
This past year, I started teaching running clinics at my local running store. I discovered the joy of being a part of somebody's run accomplishment. Watching that progression and the growth in confidence in others is a gift. I've taught a 10k clinic, am taking a half marathon clinic into their last week of training, and just started teaching a marathon group. I discovered that I didn't need to be the fastest or the fittest -- instead, I just need to be the person who is supportive, builds an inclusive environment, and offers up endless puns and terrible run jokes. At the end of the day, it's the act of lacing up and hitting the pathways that counts.
This Canadian is coming down from Calgary, Alberta, complete with scowly run face, penchant for high-fives, and an extra 'u' for all the words that need them. See you at the finish!
Follow Heather's training as she prepares for the 2020 Amica Insurance Seattle Marathon