This morning, I’m doing my first 10K in two years, my first race since having a baby and my longest running distance at all in more than a year.
And I could not be happier.
I’m happy to be able to run. I’m happy that I want to run. I’m happy that some of my best friends will be there, both in person and in spirit. I’m happy that my husband and baby are going to be at the finish line, cheering me on. I’m happy that I’ve fallen back in love with a sport that I once dreaded.
On Friday, I spent some time mentally preparing for the race, and the butterflies set in. I wondered if I was in over my head, or was crazy to have signed up. And then I thought about my very first race — a 5K that gave me heart palpitations. And I thought about my friend Jamie, whose kindness kept me going:
From that post:
Jamie (in the green) was amazing — she’d finished well ahead of me, so I was shocked when I heard her call my name with about a quarter-mile to go … seeing her made me want to run as fast as I could to the finish line, so I know I broke 26 minutes because of her. Thanks, Jame!
She’s since moved away, but I’ll be thinking of her, and of everyone that has supported my running.
When I did this same 10K in 2011, I finished in 52:05 and that was after a two-mile warmup. After that, I took a 90-minute dance class. (Can you tell I was in half marathon training?)
Today, my goal is to finish with a smile. *
*I’d love to end there, but you know that’s not my only goal. I have a few sub-goals in mind and I’ll post a recap of the race later.