Things sure have been quiet around here, haven’t they? My husband told me he wants me to go back to posting like 4 times a week because he loves reading/stalking my blog. Isn't that sweet, but it’s not gonna happen right now. It’s the same old busy mom story. I work a lot, I’m tired, when I get home there is play time, dinner time, clean up time, bath time, and then, only then, do I have time for the old blog. At that point I am semi brain dead and can’t form a coherent sentence, so instead I watch tv (and fall asleep), read a book (and fall asleep), or catch up on other people’s blogs (and fall asleep). I have made a few things but a good combination of laziness/exhaustion has prevented those things from ever showing up on my blog. I’ve edited the pictures, so we are getting there.
I am still keeping up with running. Most weeks, anyway. I am really good at making up excuses for not running, so sometimes it just doesn’t happen. I did reach one big milestone – my first race.
I signed up for a 10K about a month ago because I need a qualifying time for the Disney Princess Half Marathon. Not like a “are you a real runner” qualifying time – more like a “should you be in the slow people corral or the really slow people corral?” qualifying time. So I signed up for a random race that means nothing to me. Inspiring, isn’t it?
I admit I was really nervous. I thought I wouldn’t be, but I really was the week of the race, mostly because of my dislike of large crowds and my ability to be intimidated by literally anyone. I do weird things (so many weird things), and one of them is buying special earrings for certain things. I have Disney earrings that I only wear to Disney World, so I figured I needed race earrings to wear while I run. I found these little gold wishbones and Target and bought them as my little security blanket/good luck charm. I don’t know why I felt better wearing them. Weird, I tell you. I don’t know what I will do when I am running a race in Disney World. Which earrings will I wear??
So then I ran the race.
(Imagine real race photo of me crossing the finish that I am too cheap to buy.)
My goal was 65:00 minutes but I ran it in 61:41. I credit my faster than my goal speed partly to the fact that I am competitive around other runners and partly to the fact that I really had to go to the bathroom for about 3 of the 6.2 miles. Instead of chanting in my head about being a strong woman and conquering the world, I was envisioning a bathroom stall at the end of the race.
Seriously though, crossing the finish line was awesome. I might have teared up a little. I have been pretty honest about my experience with running, and I have been openly telling people that I don't especially enjoy it. Training is a chore for me and I only truly enjoy it once it is over. However, the actual race was totally different. I had so much fun and loved the energy and the feeling of accomplishment. I might just keep up with training after the half marathon so that I can do a 10K every couple months. I had that much fun.
Since I started training in May, I have gone from an almost 13 minute mile to a 9:57 mile. I've run over 150 miles and have finished a 10K. Do I love running? Nah. But I do love setting a goal and seeing results. There's nothing more empowering.