I had one goal... and it was to cross the finish line, without walking... leaving it all on the pavement.
For the last few weeks I've decided to "pick up" running again. It was something I found enjoyment in, before I was pregnant with Marley. I trained for a 5k in Korea, and just as I completed it, I found out I was pregnant with Marley. Throughout my pregnancy, I was super sick, and anytime I even tried to get out to go running, I felt like I had to pee all the time, or like I was going to puke. I gave up... I put away my shoes, and decided to give it a try again after I had a baby... well, then I had another baby... so another year flew by without tying those shoe laces.
I finally mustered up the courage to "get back at it" after Finn turned 1. In my heart of hearts, I knew it wasn't going to feel the greatest... so I would push it off here, and push it off there. Finally, I took the plunge, and signed up for a 5k race. Let me tell you, there's nothing that pushes you more than knowing you signed up for something. Somehow along the way, I roped my sister-in-law, Courtney, into running with me. She held me accountable, and was just a constant source of motivation.
Today, I ran. To most, it's a "walk in the park". I assure you, it was not for me. We got there about 20 minutes before line up, and it was beyond cold outside. We've been training in the 70/80's, and with the wind whipping at our face, it was definitely in the 40's this morning. My muscles had a difficult time warming up... just before the race we made it to the front of the line at the porto potties to get out one last tinkle. Just as I was finishing up, I heard "Runner's get ready, get set..." I immediately pulled up my pants, slammed open the door, and started charging towards the START line as fast as I could. The race started in such a frenzy... being that it started 13 minutes before it was supposed to. I didn't have time to start up my music right away. I took off running, and for the first 1.25 miles, I ran listening to just my feet hitting the pavement. There was a rhythm, and my muscles started to warm up... and I crossed that finish line, without walking. Goal accomplished.
Dare I say that I actually enjoyed it? ... I did. Bring on more races.
(I drew an arrow where I was in that group shot! We were pretty much the last ones to get through the starting line.)