A Mother’s Love

I was driving home from work the other and I was thinking about the time that I ran the Whistler Half Marathon. My Mom and Step Dad came out with us. I was really nervous for many reasons, but the main reason was because this was the first half marathon that I was running alone. I usually had my cousins or my running buddy with me… I was flying solo… or so I thought.

Whistler Half Marathon 2011

Whistler Half Marathon 2011 – Loved the encouraging signs.

If you know Whistler at all, its more than likely because you’ve skied or snowboarded there. Whistler is on a mountain, so yup some ‘hills’ would be pretty devastating. I remember that morning feeling all sorts of nerves. I found my Mum’s smiling, proud face in the crowd. You could see she was a proud Mama.

Now if you have ever ran any distance at all, you will know that your mind will go before your body. It can be very difficult but such a feeling once you’ve crossed the finish line.

Whistler Half Marathon 2011

Whistler Half Marathon 2011 – all smiles once I’ve crossed the finish line! 

I think it was about km 16. At this point, I was battling myself. I was ready to quit, I was about to hit the wall. I came around the corner and there I saw the best thing I could have seen. This proud Mum, jumping up and down with a sign. It was my Mum! GO ASHLEY GO!!!! She started to run with me through the Whistler Village.

“You are doing so good Ashley, keep going!”

“I’m so proud of you”

“You are almost there”

“I will see you at the finish line!”

“I LOVE YOU!!!!!”

Whistler Half Marathon 2011

Whistler Half Marathon 2011

The power of a Mother’s love is limitless. After those moments I had with my Mum, I was unstopable. I CAN do this, I WILL do this. How many Mum’s do you know, would run with you during a race, yelling encouraging things, keeps you going! Yes, yelling with excitement! Bursting with pride.

The last few km’s I was on a high, I kept going. I smiled. I ran. I pushed harder. I kept telling myself. Go. Dig deeper. I kept repeating it, I was almost in a chant.

Then I heard the crowds. Then I saw them. Something in me yelled GO!!!!! I had a burt of energy. I ignored the pain, the aches, the blisters. I gave it everything I had. Then I heard my name over the loud speaker, and here comes Ashley Chadwick, and I have even MORE energy.

Whistler Half Marathon 2011

Whistler Half Marathon 2011 – Crossing the finish line

I crossed the finish line. I saw my Mom jumping up and down. My step Dad had this huge smile on his face! I was ready to just crumble to a pile on the ground. I was ready to cry from exhaustion. But before I could do any of that, my Step Dad handed me a Kit Kat, and my Mum was holding me in a bear hug. I was the happiest girl in the world, exhausted but happy.

As we walked back to the hotel room, my Mum would tell anyone that would listen, that her daughter had just finished the half marathon AND she got her personal best. (Oh yes, I achieved my best time on the run!)

Whistler Half Marathon 2011

Whistler Half Marathon 2011 – Step Dad, Me and Mum. Proud parents right there! 

This has got to be one of the most important, memorable, loving moment that I can remember of my Mum. She was there for me when I needed her the most, she continues to be there for me when I need her the most. A mother’s love give you what you need, when you don’t think you have anything. A mother’s love is the most amazing gift anyone can have, to hold onto.

If I even obtain a fraction of my Mum’s mothering skills, Scarlett will be the luckiest girl in the world.

I hope that I can be that Mum who runs beside her daughter when she needs it most.

xoxo Ashley


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