Some of you may remember a very ambitious post I placed last year called "You Can't Run a Marathon" in which I announced the "marathon" I would be running this October. Well, I am happy to report back to you today that the marathon took place on Sunday and I DID IT!!!
Actually I didn't do the "marathon" itself, or the half marathon, or the relay marathon that I had committed to in the last post. But I did run! Just not very far. But I did get a medal! Just not the really cool one that the good runners got. But I did celebrate! Probably a little more than I deserved too.
After attempts last spring and early this summer to train for the upcoming event in which I was committing to seven miles I realized three things:
1. With two kids there isn't a lot of time to run long distances.
2. I don't actually enjoy running.
3. There was no f*#king way I was going to make it seven miles.
Luckily, before having to completely back out on my team the marathon organizers made an announcement that they would be adding on a "mini-marathon," at just 3.7 miles (a little over a 5k). THIS I CAN DO! I put the tennis shoes back on and off I went to make history (in my own mind).
The race was Sunday and I am happy to report that I did run the entire 3. 7 miles and actually had a BLAST! Over 15,000 people participated and the entire vibe was fantastic. As was the celebration beer I treated myself to afterwards.
But I think the best part of the entire day was when I called the family to let them know I survived. Jackson, my 5 year old hopped on the phone and very excitedly asked, "Mommy, did you win your race?" I replied yes, because let's face it, just crossing the finish line was winning for me, and heard him scream to the rest of the household, "Mommy did it, Mommy ran the race!!" I sure did baby!