So....I haven't posted in a while. Okay. A long while. And a lot has happened since the last time I did. You see, a couple friends and I started "running" about a year ago. A minute at first, then three, then before you knew it, we were running for 10 minutes none stop. Now, this may not seem like much but for me it was a victory. I've never been able to run....unless something was chasing me. I've made a lot of progress to say the least.
A month ago, I ran my first 5K race and I had a blast. My numbers? Well, I'm trying not to dwell on those, but if you must know, I finished in the middle of my age group with a time of around 30:06. But, considering I've always run on a treadmill, afraid of the road, didn't walk and no one had to give me mouth-to-mouth, I say I kicked that race's ass!
Today, I had a strange thing happen to me today. I got up early....on a Saturday, and ran 4 miles to get ready for my second race. Outside. With Hills. For those that know me know that this is a personal best and I did it in 38 minutes. I'm kind of proud of myself. I came home and got ready to go on an easy hike with my husband and step-daughter. On our way, we passed runners. Lots of them. Turns out there was a 5K race in town today. I looked at them and I had a wave of different emotions run through me.
I wanted to join them! WHAAA???? I know, crazy. But I wanted to run. Not to try to beat them, just to run with them. I was jealous! I was jealous I was in the car. Then I was happy. I was so happy seeing people do what I'm now actually learning to enjoy. I can't quite describe it. And then I said out loud "that's okay, my race is next weekend." Kevin didn't quite know what I was talking about, but I did, and I felt content.
So, I think my blog will now become a journal of sorts on this adventure of my re-discovery. I'm changing, inside and out and wondering where it all will lead. Next weekend, I hope it will lead to a 29.59 5K ;-)