Hello out there!
This, is going to be quick. Because I am exhausted, but I had to write. (No, really. I had to… I’ve already gotten a “can’t believe there’s no post about this yet…” message!) 😉 So, I’m writing.
Today was my one year run-iversary! Yes, one year ago today, I ran my very first 5k! Now I haven’t exactly turned into a marathon runner… in fact, I have mad props for my friends who actually ran in the Marine Corps Marathon today… you know who you are, and you ROCK!!
And while I think that anyone who has a goal of running a marathon, and who puts in the time, blood, sweat and countless pairs of destroyed running shoes, is totally impressive (and possibly more than a little nuts, but in a good way!) I have to admit, it’s not something I have ANY interest in. Which is a funny thing, because even though I have never, EVER thought, hey, I’d like to be able to run 26.2 miles straight, once you start running and doing races, you talk to people who run, and do races. You share stories and train with other runners, and suddenly the person who was doing their first 5K with you, is doing a 10K, then a half marathon, and so on. Now, as you all know, I get caught up in whatever I am currently focused on, and part of that means getting wrapped up in the excitement of longer and longer races. Suddenly I find myself wondering if I SHOULD be doing longer races, am I pushing myself enough? Am I being a wuss by just sticking with a 5K?
Why am I telling you all this? Because I realized today that I like my 5K races. They are still (very) challenging for me. I am in no way close to winning a medal at these races, but today I was competing with myself from where I was one year ago. I REALLY wanted to run faster than I did last year.
And…. I did! I beat my time from last year by 3 min. I didn’t feel as good while running as I did last week, but I still ran the whole thing, hills and all and was faster than last time. It was also really nice to get up, have some breakfast and comfortably roll into the race location and KNOW that I could do this. It wasn’t stressful, it was fun. The run was hard. The hills felt REALLY hard today, but I knew I could run the whole way, and I really wanted to, so I did.
I know this post is a little sappy, but it’s hard for me to not take this anniversary as a milestone. I NEVER ran when I was younger. Even when I played sports, the warm up jog around the field all but killed me. To be able to go out and run 3 miles, is a big deal for me. As my jeans size increased, my confidence in my abilities decreased to the point where I did so little physically, that I thought that I wasn’t capable of doing anything more. Now the opposite is true. I know I can do more, and the more I realize I am capable of, the small the jeans size gets… funny how that works!
I realized that this is all about MY goals and how much (or little) Iwant to run. Not anyone else! And I am ok with that. This may be my journey, but I definitely haven’t done it alone. There are lots of people in my life who have been supportive and who have helped me through this… but there are two in particular that I want to thank. My race buddy… you make these crazy events so much fun! I’m looking forward to our Turkey Trot (and our hats…) and, of course: to my motivator, there’s NO way I woulD ever have Done any of this without your encouragement, support, and frienDly ass kicking! Thank you. I’m better because I know you’ve got my back.
That’s it for now. We are hunkering down for Frankenstorm, but as long as we have power, I will be posting more this week.
Until then, enjoy these race pictures… and btw one of the most fun parts of this race are the costumes people wear. Mine was a tribute to Breakin’ 2 Electric Boogaloo! 😉
Thank you all for your support on this journey!