I've been running for fun (if you can call brutally punishing yourself by pounding every joint in your body with each step "fun") for a couple of years. This week I decided to sign up and run an official 5K. I did the Draper Days 5K. A few days before the race, Lizzie assured me that "2nd place is 1st LOSER." I assured her right back that I was absolutely fine being a loser.
I had a blast. I was nervous before the race started because I was alone and had no idea what to expect but ended up being pleasantly surprised that the adrenaline made the race so much easier than my usual runs. My husband and 4 kids showed up at the finish line to cheer me on. Happy Day.
A few minutes after finishing we were standing off the side of the finishing area. I was holding CJ and he became whimpery and whiny. I couldn't figure out what was wrong until a volcano of orange juice and donuts came spewing out of his mouth and onto my chest, arms, legs...you name it. Whatever pride from my current accomplishment I was feeling at the time, he brought me right back down to earth to my first and foremost hobby.
Life is good.
3 comments:
You go girl! Im so proud of you! I will sign up on your next ome with you for sure! We will for sure take 1st. I hope little man is feeling better! Love ya
That is awesome...good for you!! I've thought about trying a 5K so this is good inspiration! except the getting puked on part ;-)
Way to go - I'm very proud of you. What's next?! Ronda
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