Isadore Boni, a San Carlos Apache member and AIDS survivor, shared his fifth half-marathon experience with Wellbound Storytellers.
When the days dwindled down to P.F. Chang half marathon Sunday, there were so many things that took a turn. I thought, “Why does this have to happen now?”
A week ago I began having so many doubts to do this run, and with good reason. I still continued to prepare by sticking to my diet and doing something that is crucial—rest. I took my last hike up Camelback Mountain two days prior to the run; it was then that I was reminded why I am running.
More important, it reminded me of “who” gave me the strength to do all this. The morning of the race, doubt still ran through my mind. I kept telling myself “if I can run at least half it would be okay.”
As I stood in line for our group to begin running, I told myself there is a reason why I am here. Then, something happened where I just started running, many times maneuvering around walkers, and by the seven mile post I knew I could do it.
Thoughts ran through my mind—the family losses in recent months, how much pain they must have endured prior to passing on—it gave me strength. I kept running. I could hear the crowds and cheerleaders encouraging us, and when I got closer to the finish line I would run and literally extend my hand to all the people who supported us.
I saw the signs that my grandniece and nephew wrote, “Thank you Isadore for running for my baby sister Mariah Sage and for Team Legend.”
When I crossed the finish line at 2 hours and 18 minutes, I was stunned. I was given my 5th medal and this time I could not control my emotions.
In recent years I ran for friends who died of AIDS complications, but this time I ran for family. I cried when I put on my medal because I could not believe I was blessed. I knew at that moment that my Higher Power guided me each step of the way, even at the most difficult times.
I kept going and never let doubt stop me from doing the impossible. I actually “thank” feelings of doubt because it made me work harder to cross the finish line. All those hikes up Camelback Mountain and running paid off. I did the leg work but someone inspired me to keep going. Someone in Heaven.
This blog was originally published by Wellbound Storytellers.