Do Not Open Until Race Day - NYC
Here you are.
Toes on the line, nerves in your legs, butterflies in your stomach, a fire in your heart.
You’ve done the tempos, the long runs, traded a warm bed for countless cold mornings and miles.
And your mind is making room.
Preparing itself for a familiar friend: hurt.
There is no racing without resistance.
The moments in the miles where hurt meets want.
Where dread and doubt rise,
And determination wears thin.
But there is a secret.
An idea that lives so deep inside us,
It’s sometimes hard to recall.
Pain is not a wall.
Pain is a door.
When the race heats up, and you’re feeling good.
Softly, but surely, as if to announce your arrival —
And when the journey feels long.
Too far to turn back, but so far to go.
Let the universe feel the strength that you know —
Knock a little harder.
And when you see your sisters,
Lock eyes with your team,
Feel their energy join your own —
Bang on that door.
And finally, when that moment comes.
When your legs are heavy,
And your lungs are screaming,
And the course is beckoning for you to quit.
Take a deep breath.
And kick down your door.
We’ll see you on the other side.
Head Up, Wings Out