I honestly never planned to run the whole Camino, because I didn’t think I could. I’ve been running for years, yes, but nothing on my running CV made this seem within the realm of possibility. I’d done a bunch of marathons and some trail races, but never an ultra. In the few months before the Camino I was averaging around 40 miles per week. My original goal was simply to run until my body told me it was time to stop running, then walk like everyone else.
The funny thing was, the more I ran, the better I felt. Don’t get me wrong, it was hard. After the first six days, some of the toughest elevation-wise, I was tired. I got a cold, I got food poisoning, I got stung by a wasp, I fell badly (twice…). But every day of the Camino brought a whole new set of challenges, and every day I found myself looking forward to meeting them. That just kept happening.
I never pushed myself past my limit, but I kept finding the edge, learning more with each run about what I’m truly capable of.
You don’t have to be a professional runner to challenge yourself, to enjoy running, to have an adventure. You just have to take one step at a time.