First of all I want to give thanks to Jesus for helping me through this time. He has been my strength when I didn't have any. Next, thank you to Tom for his support. I know that I drove you crazy at times when I kept talking about my running and taking up so much of our weekends and evenings when I would run. You have been such and encourager to me. Thanks to my girls who have cheered me on. Sheila, I don't know if I should hug you or strangle you for getting me started on my running journey 2 years ago. I wish we had run this together. Alisha, someday you may be running a race and I will cheer you on and hug you when you come across the finish line crying. Emily, I hope we can run another race together in the future. Thanks for driving 4 hours for me and bringing my Gideon to see me run. Cathy, I appreciate all your support and advice when I was hurting. And for listening to me rant about everything. Maybe someday I will cheer you on in your competition. Thanks Sharon for running with me so I didn't have to do it alone.
This race was eventful... I was so careful to stay healthy and injury free. I got my Chiropractic adjustments. (Thanks Hunt for Wellness) However, the night before the race I got a bug of some sort and was up ALL night throwing up and the other. I was devastated when morning came. Training all those months and not doing the race seemed like a bad dream. So with Tom's encouragement to just go run and that God would be my strength while I was weak, moved me forward. I tried to eat a little ( not my normal fuel) and headed off for the race. Sharon and I got in the crowd and ran. I felt pretty good starting out but my time was a little slow. The hills were killers and as I kept on running I knew that I was not going to have a good time. I only contemplated not being able to finish a couple times. My legs were burning at the end and each hill made me want to scream. I just kept asking God to help me and get me to the finish. I held my own with runners around me. That last mile marker was a welcome sight. Then I saw my sweet Tom, Emily and Gideon with signs,bells and bangers yelling for me to keep on coming. Then as I crossed the finish line I saw Alisha and James. My race was over! I had done it. I was spent and I cried, I couldn't help it. I was so emotional, just ask Alisha. I had accomplished what I had set out to do. It was a feeling I have never had, quite like that before. This journey had ended.
My time was not great. It was my worst time ever in fact, and that really bothered me at first. But I cannot change the circumstances or what happened. I did finish my first 13.1 mile race. I don't think I will do it again....but who knows. Perhaps my favorite part of the day, Tom gave me my 13.1 sticker for my car! It was a good day.
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