I finished my first race Saturday morning since a half marathon in March 2012 when my son was just a bean in my belly. I had a hard time getting back to running after giving birth to Jack and the hoopla after. It would hurt in all places for days when I ran. I got sad because running is my love. And somehow, the solution to my problem was: I ate one too many Rolos, hovered over one too many pans of chocolate cake, got frustrated again when running hurts. And gained one too many pounds.
I ran yesterday with a good attitude. I just wanted to finish.
My tell-people goal: To finish.
My tell-people secret goal: To finish in 45 minutes.
My secret goal: To finish in 40 minutes.
I thought about my dad and how we used to run together when I was a little girl.
I thought of my running friend Christine from Dream Big Runner when she ran with me in my last race and how she was looking out for somewhere I could go potty because apparently pregnancy makes you go all the time.
I thought of my son and how I need to be a good example for him.
The race started. I just ran. I was in the front but I was cautious. I didn't want to be the one who fizzle out 5 minutes into the race. So I breathed in and out and ran. I told myself, "Just run. Just enjoy. Everything will be just fine."
Ahhh. I missed running outside. It has been WAY too long.
I love the cool crisp fall morning.
I love how the goosebumps pop up on my legs.
I love the smell of fresh laundry along the way.
I love the smell of pancakes from the church (Church has pancake breakfast, and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law took my son there for breakfast while waiting for me to finish the race)
I love the yippity barks and rough low barks from people's houses.
I love the sound of my shoes slapping on the road.
It was a smorgasbord of sounds, sights, smells. And I love every bit of it.
I finished the race.
I placed 3rd overall female, 3rd in age division. The blings were nice.
But you know what???
My biggest win was conquering myself.
It was knowing that I can do it if I set my heart to it.
I do credit my achievements today to Beachbody workout programs, my awesome team of coaches and challengers who are always supporting me, encouraging me, and keeping me in check. I got to a point of "How did I end up being so blah?" and thought I should just resigned to not being active anymore. But one step at a time. One modifier at a time. I got stronger. I got fitter. I slowly added casual running back into my life. And I finished a 5K.
If you are thinking of getting a Beachbody program, do consider joining my team. It is at no additional cost to you after you get your program. If you don't have a coach, Beachbody will assign one to you randomly. So might as well find someone you think you jive with, right?
Don't give up. The road may be bumpy. The road may be long. Just keep trucking along. You will get to your destination.