Several people in my immediate and extended families are runners. Like 10+ miles everyday runners. So I imagine to them, running a measly 5k doesn’t seem like anything to sweat about. For me however, it was an enormous goal.
It likely started when I was a kid and had childhood asthma. Either I actually couldn’t run very long, or didn’t want to, or was perhaps just too lazy but I never really experienced running. I’m not sure I ever even tried. There was always an excuse. Suddenly, twenty years has passed and you don’t even know how long it takes you to run a single mile and you certainly haven’t entered a race of any kind.
If you have ever put off anything for a number of years you may realize that the fear can become overwhelming. Even paralyzing. In the last few years I have been surrounded by inspiring friends who are runners. Some were just born that way and others weren’t. But they all got out there each and every day and put one foot in front of the other. It was very motivating.
There was also my pregnancy. Months and months of lying in bed, throwing up every few hours, not being able to stand longer then 30 seconds will give you a perspective on leading a healthy life unlike you have ever seen before.
When I was standing in line on Saturday morning. Surrounded by my friends who all fell in the 10 min/mile category made me realize exactly what I was fearing. I was fearing complete and utter humiliation. Would I fall flat on my face in the first 10 yards? Would I be the absolute last one through the finish line or worse, get there after everyone had gone home? Would my knee give out and I wouldn’t even be able to finish? I had NO idea what was going to happen because I always run absolutely alone. My best time was a 14+ min/mile. Not a time to brag about, not at all. And due to recent illness, I hadn’t yet completed more than 2.5 miles at one time.
I also realized while standing there that I have amazing friends. Amazing friends who kept saying they believed in me and that I could do this and I would do better then I thought I would. They were right, I did. My fears were never realized and I finished the race in a time MUCH better then I ever could have hoped for.
I needed to run this 5k to prove to myself that I am a runner. I am an athlete. I can do something if I set my mind to it. I am not a failure.
Holy Cow, I did it! I completed my very first 5k. I was skeptical earlier this week when I was sick as a dog. I have been so incredibly excited to complete this race though that wild horses couldn’t keep me away!
Some antibiotics and mild pain-killers were enough to get me up this morning and on my way to the run.
I wanted to take some pictures but didn’t get the chance. Here is one of our team while waiting for the race to start. That’s me in the back on the right. The only one without a hat! 😉
Another picture…apparently I didn’t get the “hat” memo. These ladies are my twin momma friends. They are all amazing.
Husband wasn’t able to get the kids to the race before I finished so I met him nearby. He snapped this picture.
I was laughing because my friend was walking with me and when she saw my husband with the camera she jumped out of the way.
The absolute best part…I finished in under 40 minutes! I’ve been doing 14 minute miles AT BEST! So that would have given me a 42 minute finishing time or worse. My friends were right however. There is something about running with a crowd and the energy that it gives you to go faster for longer. I ran the first 1.5 miles which completely surprised me.
My final time was 38:33!!! Still can’t believe it. I am so proud of myself. The funny part is I’m not done with the Couch to 5k program yet!
Meant to post this earlier this week…wrote this on Wednesday.
I’m sick again. Yup. I couldn’t believe it either. It happened all of a sudden yesterday evening. I swallowed and felt the scratching. In the middle of the night I woke up and the sore throat was bad, very bad.
Went to the doctor in the early afternoon and luckily it’s not strep. I was so tired and decided to nap at the same time as the kids.
Finally made it to Target just before 7pm to pick up my antibiotics and, of course, the prescription was never called in. I almost cried. I’m so tired of having a sore throat and just want some reprieve! I hate being sick!
I’M BACK!!! Haha
Nothing like a sore throat/cold to take you DOWN! I’ve spent the last 2-3 weeks sleeping and generally being sick whilst taking care of two youngsters that would much prefer to be out of the house than stuck at home with a sick mama.
I’ve felt better since Thursday or Friday but didn’t want to rush into working out and get sick all over again. (It’s happened before!) Turns out I don’t do sickness well. My kids watched significantly more Curious George then I am comfortable with but whatcha gonna do? So now I feel almost 100% and am actually excited to get back to running. Okay, I’m also excited about the 1-2 hours of kid-free time each morning. I’ll admit it.
I didn’t post about it because I was already feeling super lousy but I did make it to Boot Camp on September 11th. I remember it was 9/11 because when our group got out to the amphitheater to workout there was a gentleman on the balcony of a building nearby playing Taps. Incredibly moving. I think he played it at the times each plane hit a tower. When he played the second time all of us stopped and just listened. A moment I won’t soon forget. It made it surreal because at 9am this area is deserted. Only some store employees arriving for work and our group were there to hear it. Saddened me that there weren’t more people there to hear it.
In between the time I last ran and now, the temperatures here have cooled significantly. Instead of being almost hot at 9am its actually pretty chilly. I didn’t know if I would need a jacket even! It was a grey morning. Felt like it might start raining. There was a strong breeze. It was so pleasant to run with the breeze, kept me from sweating heavily and actually feeling refreshed.
About 3/4 way into the workout a friend of mine joined me around the “track” and I discovered talking while running is not something I am good at. I’m a big talker and my friend did significantly more talking then me, simply because I couldn’t barely breath while talking!
My 5k run is this Saturday and I’m not done with the program. But I do plan to finish the program, and perhaps run another 5k after that. I’m just so glad to not be sick anymore and have some energy back!