Recently, I discovered New Balance Canada #MyFutureSelf campaign. The aim is to “reflect on your values, convictions and experiences” and write a letter to your future self. I decided to take part in this campaign and write my own letter to my future self. In January, I like to look back on what I accomplished to push myself further the next year and know that I am my only limit. If you wish to do it too, you can do so here. Write your letter and they will send it back to you in a year. Here is mine.
LETTER TO MY FUTURE SELF
Remember how it all started? You had decided a month before to quit ballet school. You quit doing what you loved the most and you were lost. You didn’t know who you were anymore after years of defining yourself as a dancer.
There was a gym at college and you decided to give it a try, mostly to lose weight and by fear of gaining more weight after years of training more than 25 hours/week. You were scared as hell to eat and fuel your body. One day, you decided to try the treadmill, that scary machine. You decided to try to run for 10 minutes. You were so proud you called your dad saying, “I did it, I ran 10 minutes without stopping!!!!”.
A couple months later, one of your friends told you she ran 30 minutes a day and you wondered if you would ever be able to run for 30 minutes. It seemed crazy to run 30 minutes. Why would anymore endure the pain for 30 minutes Every Damn Day. But you tried it anyways. And you became addicted to that runners’ high, even though you had no idea about what it was called.
On Facebook, you saw an advertisement about 2012 Montreal Rock N’ Roll Marathon. You saw there was a 5k and you really wanted to try. You trained all summer for that 5k wondering if you could do it. You were battling an eating disorder at the time, but your amazing nutritionist encouraged you to run your 30 minutes a day (4 days/week). And you did. And it saved you. It became your main coping mechanism. And it still is.
Running became your focus, your new passion and you learned. Oh boy, you’ve learned so much since then, it’s crazy. You learned that it takes food, real food (not light versions of everything) to fuel your body. You learned about running shoes and how not well fitted shoes can cause pain and black toenails #beentheredonethat. You learned about chafing and body glide, about training plans and marathons. You never knew a marathon was 42,2 km or 26,2 miles before. You learned about Boston, thinking these runners were completely nuts but utterly amazing.
And it happened that first race.
Wow. Look at that exhausted smile. You were immensely proud and impressed by all these runners. Seeing every runner in the morning and seeing everyone cheering at the finish line. It ignited something within you, you felt both powerful and strong.
Since then, you met incredible people on the way, who inspire you daily. You made running friends and you know these friendships will last for a long long time. You found running blogs (hrg, mileposts, thepacinglife and many more) that you read daily, that motivate you to run further and to push your limits.
You ran several races since then, 5k, 10k and half marathons and you have an eye on a marathon. It might take 2 years or 10 years before it happens, but you’re ready to train for it. You can prove that fragile 2012 little girl in you that you can achieve anything you want. It will be hard. It will include 4.30 wake ups, longer long runs, probably injuries, cross training, self-discipline. Above all, you need to believe in yourself. You must always protect your dream. Fiercely. Always keep on dreaming.
Never let anyone or anything discourage you. You can do this, and you will. Remember this, #IRUNTHISBODY. Running has changed your life for the better.
Be kind to yourself, never forget where you started and why you are doing this. You’re doing this because you love it. Let that “HELL YES! I am going to achieve this!” voice within you always win. Trust yourself. Surprise yourself. You are so worth it.