We were all ready.
On the drive there we had a bunch of holy crap who are we? moments. I mean, getting up early, in 28 degree (freezing.cold.brrr) weather, on a Saturday, to go run a race. I mean, I get it. People do this all the time, and now we're one of them.
I had the pre-race jitters. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know how quickly 600 people would spread out and I'd feel at times like we were running the race alone. But I did know one thing. I was doing it, I wasn't going to stop, I had trained for this....and? I was ready. Plus there was a whole wonderful group of sweet girls that were running it, too...and that was nice.
I had my supporters list with me. My iPhone geared up and ready to go. My family came to support. My baby, came, all bundled up (and rudely awoken from her bed) to cheer her momma on.
Just as we were all squished together at the start line, a really nice girl caught my eye and said I read your blog! (hi Sarah!) In that moment, I may have been slightly embarrassed, but I'm not gonna lie, it was also oddly motivating. Holy crap, I really have to do this. You know, that run I talked, and talked, and talked about for
weeks days on this blog. She also told me that I'm more beautiful in person, and that may or may not have been the sweetest and flattering thing any stranger (although we have mutual friends) has ever said to me. But seriously.
Then, before I knew it, the race started. Me and my sister were right beside each other, evenly pacing ourselves, doing this thing. It felt awesome. And cold. I remember telling my sister that my toes were actually numb and they kinda hurt. Eventually, I think they warmed up. That, or I forgot about them.
It felt great. Everything about it felt good. Our pace was faster than normal (which I hear is typical with race-day-hype), and it seemed to fly by fast. We ran a steady pace the entire time, chatted here and there, but mostly listened to our music and just kept running. There was nothing more motivating than having my big sister by my side. Truly.
I only got teary-eyed at one point when we passed our team of "cheerleaders" at our first lap and halfway point. Seeing my husband, baby girl & parents there just got me. I started getting all choked up and tears kinda flew out of my eyes. I said something to my sister like, Ohmygosh that was so emotional, and then wiped my eyes real fast before I became a blubbering mess. I guess I'm a sap. But in that moment I just felt so....good. I felt so supported.
At this point, I think I was already looking forward to the finish line, the hype, the fun stuff, you know. When we came around the last corner I just remember thinking we are so close! We sprinted the last leg of it, and I heard the cheers of my friend Kristen, who had finished shortly before. She was my running accountability the last few weeks and I'm so glad we got to run this race 'together' per say.
As we got closer, it was so nice to start to hear the cheers from my family. Just as we were approaching the finish line my iPhone came FLYING out of the case and I caught it mid-air (while sprinting), and it kinda of threw me off. So, with my phone in hand, in a bit of a tizzy, we came a running through the finish line (and I looked a bit sloppy).
But it still felt amazing.
|we came in at official time of 33:07!|
There is no one else I'd rather run beside than my sister. We've come so far this last year and this truly felt like the icing on the cake! Such a privilege, really.
It was so great to see my husband and sweet girl at the end. Sadly, I have no pictures of Declan that morning, but I swear he was there--and cheering me on like the best of 'em. I love that man and his support means the world. Later that day this gorgeous bouquet of flowers showed up at my door with the most beautiful note.
Nothing could wipe the smile off my face on Saturday and the sense of accomplishment I felt.
Is it addicting? This whole running thing?
Well, I signed up for another 5k which is in 13 days. You tell me. :)