So- um, yeah.
Kind of fell off the blogging radar a bit. SORRY.
I am still here though.
If you did stop by with an odd curiosity about my whole health update thing, then that is what you shall get.
We are encroaching upon the end of this year.
I haven’t met many of the original goals that I had initially INTENDED to do.
I can’t say I’m surprised.
Disappointed, but not surprised.
I did however manage to accomplish a FEW things this year that I was positive were impossible.
I actually RAN and COMPLETED my first 5k. I did the Orlando Color run back in September.
I was NOT able to RUN the entire thing.. (not because I’d not been training…but because I made AN INSANELY stupid decision the night before as well as moments before the race.)
The night before I was so stressed about the race I decided to power walk 4 miles. I started just before sun down and walked as if my feet were on FIRE in my shoes.
I didn’t want to “run” per say.. I wanted to SAVE my RUNNING for the actual race.
So, the day of the race comes.
My legs are so sore I want to cry.
I go up and stand in the starting coral :30 mins early (because I am crazy nervous)
I end up being alone for the run.
I mean, my family was there waiting for me at the finishing line, but the actual race- just me and my headphones.
OH- and the other FIVE THOUSAND OTHER RUNNERS.
Did I ever mention I get totally freaked out in crowds?
This crowd was a curious one.
COLORFUL. CRAZY. LOUD. ANXIOUS.
It was fun to watch, yet terrifying to be a part of.
I was so engrossed with watching the crowd, I TOTALLY FORGOT TO STRETCH.
The announcer guy gives us the go, the unicorn high fives us and we are off on the pre planned 5k route.
OFF I WENT.
I made it about 2 songs and then my legs said &*%$#@#(*(!!! OUCH! You moron! You want me to RUN? Have you lost your #$%$^&*(())(*&^$@# mind?!”
Yes, my legs actually yelled at me!
Oh, the audacity!
I slowed down.
I walked fast.
I walked normal.
I pushed past the urge to puke.
I got mad.
I was embarrassed, afraid everyone would laugh at me.
I walked faster.
I actually passed some other people (WHO WERE ALSO WALKING)
I saw the first mile marker.
I ran through it.
I ran past it.
I kept running.
My legs got mad again.
CROSSING THE FINISHING LINE with my final time under :50 mins.
Initially I was really bummed about my time, but then I remembered that ONE year ago that day I could NOT EVEN WALK.
I had only been running for less than 6 months and I finished a race.
I’ve been having a lot of off days and struggles but yet I keep trying.
My pants have gotten snug again- which means one thing…
I need to start lacing up my shoes and get back on the trail.
I may have been delayed due to my own stumbling thought patterns and food addictions- but I’m still determined to keep moving forward.
I didn’t get this way over night. Change takes time.
Just like my race, I may not be thrilled with my timing- but I’m still going to push through…
and giving my legs more and more reasons to yell at me.
Until next time,
See ya on the Random Side