My husband and I got to the start of the race about 20 minutes before it started. I was walking and jumping around trying to get and stay warm. Thanks to my latest surgery in June, I am now sporting some serious titanium in the form of a large plate and 8 screws that is helping to fuse my wrist. My hand doesn't just get cold, it gets SUPER FROZEN. About 5 minutes before the start, I take off my jacket and try not to think too much about what I'm about to do. I was trying to be calm and collected but ended up looking like this:
For not knowing what to expect or do, I think all went pretty well. When the race started, Linkin Park came up in the shuffle on my phone. Specifically this line, "For what I've done; I start again; and whatever pain may come; today this ends; I'm forgiving what I've done."
This really resonated with me. I've been struggling lately dealing with my weight again. I am at my heaviest in 15 years and it bothers me. I can feel the "fat girl" mentality coming back with a vengeance. Those lyrics reminded me that I'm doing something about it. I'm moving and taking charge of my health again. Most importantly, it reminded me to be kind with myself. Sometimes I really need that reminder!
It was difficult dodging all the different levels of runners and walkers. I would find someone at my pace, then they would suddenly slow down to a walk. After the herd thinned out a bit, it was much easier going.
About a mile and a quarter in, I was jogging next to a group being led (and cheered on) by their personal trainer. I was so stoked because he shouted out that we had just passed the 15 minute mark. That meant that my first mile wasn't as slow as I was afraid it was!! (Yeah, I forgot to start my stopwatch when I left!)
Around then, I finally found my stride. It is weird to feel your body "settle in" for the run. Almost like it says, "Ok, we got this. Now I get what you want." Don't get me wrong, I was still stopping to walk now and then, but it was easier to start up again.
At mile 2 I was so freaking stoked because it meant I was about 2/3s of the way done! Almost there! Home stretch!! About then, Rob Zombie comes through my earbuds with, "Blacken the sun; what have I done; I feel so bad I feel so numb." I had to chuckle because I'm starting to really feel my calves, and my feets were starting to talk to me.
The final half mile, I really felt great. I had made it this far and was almost done. More and more people on the sidelines cheering everyone on. It was a cool feeling. But, when I rounded the corner and saw that finish line, holy cow, that was amazing.
This Gimp Girl finished a 5k and I was not last. Not by a long shot. In fact, I managed about a 12.5 minute pace. Not too shabby as my momma would say! Here are the official stats:
Overall:798 out of 1189
Women:424 out of 692
F 40-44:79 out of 115
You saw the before pic. Here is the after.
And for all of my Lovelies, my RaRa's...