I have officially done that which I did not think I could – or would ever – do. I, Lizzles P., ran/walked a 5K. In public. In August.
Crossing the finish line and laughing all the way, much like the reindeer (a relatively unknown method for staying cool).
The goal has been on the calendar for months now, but I must admit that the weeks immediately preceding this past Saturday were a bit rough. Todd and I went on vacation, and while it was wonderful, it disrupted my excellent gym attendance record . . . and then I had to work at the Iowa State Fair (and “had to” eat a lot of things on sticks) . . . and then I got a cold . . . and then I got lazy. And the old “Liz is a non-runner” thoughts started kicking in. The nasty, self-defeating thoughts that will cruelly remind me anytime I ask (and most times I implicitly ask via unhealthy habits) that these thighs were built for lounging, not running. These thoughts love to take every opportunity to reminisce about my failures, large and small (“Hey Liz, remember that time you were on the seventh-grade basketball team and were only mediocre, despite your mother branding you a ‘space-eater’ from birth?” “Hey Liz, remember that one time in law school when you pushed, instead of pulled, on the library door and felt a little embarrassed?” “Hey Liz, remember that time . . . ” “YES THOUGHTS I REMEMBER! GEEEEZ!”). These thoughts are frustrating and omnipresent. And every other time, these thoughts have won.
But this time, things went differently. This time, I faced the night before the race and did not suddenly come down with a mysterious ailment or have a scheduling conflict or shame myself into hiding. This time, I got a good night’s rest and got up in the morning and kicked ass.
With muscles, are things are possible.
Saturday morning was PERFECT. Todd and the small came to cheer me on, and Todd’s sister Wendy ran with me!! She is an actual runner, of actual races, and it meant a lot to me that she slowed her legs enough to plod along beside me.
The course was mostly a paved path around a little human-constructed lake . . . but due to weird logistics, a small portion of the course was “cross-country,” otherwise known as a lovely dirt/grass combination that greeted me with dust and footing difficulties.
The sign at the beginning of the cross-country portion. I kid you not.
The awesome thing about this path was that it was only 1.6 miles, so at the halfway mark I paused for a high-five with my favorite people! Also, there were cheerleaders, which made me think that life really needs more cheerleaders to help us through our challenges. Sparkly pom-poms and an emphatic “you can do it!” do a LOT for me.
As Wendy and I hit the final stretch of the course on our second lap, I heard Todd bellowing cheers from the finish line. And obviously, I started to laugh. Which made me trip. Which almost caused me to fall. Which made me laugh harder. It really was the perfect day for me.
After forty-one minutes and twenty-six seconds, I crossed the finish line. And it was sweet, laughter-inducing victory!
Hahaha running is hilarious hahaha whoa I smell a little ripe . . .
This experience taught me a lot. I learned that I am stronger and more awesome than I thought I was, and I learned that the victorious feeling at the end of any sort of organized running event is incomparable to any academic or professional victory I have experienced in my life. I learned or was reminded that my family and friends have incredible faith in me — they helped me, chubby and lazy me, exceed my fundraising goal for this race by 20%! I learned that my legs and lungs are incredibly powerful when I ask them to be. And I learned (or was reminded, rather) that the wonderful people with whom I have chosen to become a family are some of the most kickass people in the world. They cheered me on, they ran alongside me, they encouraged me throughout the training process. And when my feet crossed the finish line, they shouted aloud that I had won.
And I had. I raised $180 for Gigi’s Playhouse! I showed up with tens of tens of other runners and walkers to support their organization and all they do for people with Down’s Syndrome. I crossed dangerous-ish terrain and braved the risk of sunburn for my favorite small. I. WON.
Cheering squad: an essential component of any runner’s life.
This was my very first 5K. It will not be my last.
Me and my favorite cheerleader.