As a runner I have pushed through boundaries that were unthinkable. When I first started running my beginner's schedule told me to walk twenty minutes, and then my body told me I had to lie down for about thirty.
After about four months of steadily improving I could run for half an hour without feeling like I would drop dead, and for several years I was quite content with that.
Then I decided to really go crazy and run to the little village that is Zelhem, which is a six kilometer run. I took a ride from my husband, and I ran home, where I collapsed on the sofa and whispered like a dying woman: 'Water, I need water...'
At mommygroup I proudly announced: 'I ran home from Zelhem!' The other moms seemed satisfyingly impressed, but then one of them asked: 'And did you run there too?'
I laughed half heartedly: 'Of course not! That would be way too far!'
Since then four years have passed, and not only do I run from Zelhem and back, I call it 'an easy run'! I can even run to the village that is called Westendorp which is a sixteen kilometer trek.
Running has made me do things I didn't think were possible.
It has taught me to dare think the unthinkable and keep an open mind.