Running of the Fools

A race, a 5K finished with speed (for me), exhilaration, relief and a little exhaustion. But it was a strong finish, I always save something for the end so that I can sprint in and look like the race was effortless.

I managed to corral Andrew into going with me. He was reluctant, and a little out of shape. We set the goal to run together but with him not engaging in much exercises since wrestling ended I was a little skeptical but he had made the commitment, and I was impressed with this. I was so appreciative that he would get up that early.

We set out, I encouraged and coached him to start out slow so he would have something to sustain him throughout. I knew from the start it was going to be rough on him. About 1/4 a mile in he was struggling and about 1/2 mile in he was pretty much done. He told me he wanted to walk that I could go on. I asked him if he was sure and he said yes. I admired his selflessness. ( He did manage to finish, three people from the end, the tail car following close behind and two elderly ladies pumping along.)

Away I went. The 5K speed is a little hard for me since I'm used to the long training runs necessary for 1/2 marathons which I am currently in training for. It's a struggle from the start, my breath is so loud sometimes I feel as if it is like a fog horn announcing my arrival to all I pass. Oh well, I heard the breath of others which soothed my ego. 2 miles in and with a 18:45 time I knew I was making good progress, I had made up for the slow start with Andrew which by the way may have proved to be a good training strategy. I pounded on, light on my feet but loud in my breath. (I think the fog horn sound travels from the groundedness and lightness of my feet, up through my body and by the time it reaches my lungs, it pushes out through my mouth as if to say,"get it out now!" This is reminiscent of the birth of my oldest son, I recall those same words. And I really wonder if the feeling is the same. It has been so long ago, I'm not sure.) I continued on despite the effort, gathering speed and finishing strong and fast. 38:36 I think my final time was, enough to earn a first place medal in my age group. (I'm glad Karen from the Y wasn't there she tends to beat me by 2 minutes)

As I reflect on this race one day out, I am grateful once again for the incredible gift of my legs, feet and body that carry me forward and allow me to persevere!

Run with strength, giving credit to the one who made you, and offer gratitude along the way! Blessings on your journey.