I ran my first race on May 21, 2011.
It was a 5K and the best part was sharing the race with some dear friends. I completed the race in 28:15 and was very proud to finish (yeah, I like finishing things I start… 🙂 ).
Since that day, I’ve faithfully run 5K three days a week.
Running has been a wonderful constant in the midst of all the recent transitions. I love lacing up my shoes early in the morning and hitting the pavement. It’s my quiet time. It’s my prayer time. It’s my time to clear my mind and just, well…run.
I have to say, it is harder running in Tennessee. The air is much heavier – criminy, there are mornings when I think I can actually chew on it! I’ve discovered if I don’t get going by 6am, I may as well forget it. It’s one thing battling your own elevated body temp while running…I certainly don’t need the outside heat added to the mix! Also, the terrain I run has more hills. The two toughest parts of my course are right at the start and the very end. My legs and I are finally getting on better terms…for a while there, all they did was cuss at me while I pushed them to finish.
It’s nice to see there are others who have a morning routine that includes time outside. There is an older couple: he has a long, white moustache and she wears a sun hat with a wide brim. They stroll hand in hand from one end of our subdivision to the other. I pass by them twice and they say hello to me every time.
There are also two women who walk together in the mornings. I recently found out that one of them is blind. Sometimes they are laughing, other times one of them is crying. I pass by them and in that brief moment often wonder what stories they are sharing with each other. It makes me long for my dear friends and hoping one day I’ll have someone to share morning runs or walks with.
I ran my second race on July 8, 2011.
This was my first Tennessee race! I got to share this run with my family and that was awesome! Ava was in Illinois at the time, so only Adam and the boys were there. Also running was our Uncle Jim, and cousins, Ashley, Zack, along with their spouses Brent and Jenny. Our Aunt Leslie was there cheering us on. Her birthday was the day before, so our run was not only our way to support the troops (it was a “Yellow Ribbon” race), but to celebrate her.
I actually placed in this race! I had no idea we were competing for prizes, so when they announced my name, saying I placed 2nd in the female division of my age group, I was so excited! I shaved almost two minutes off my previous race time and finished in 26:20. And hey, I also received a 3 month supply of free Pepsi product – score!!
Adam, Garrett and Grady ran/walked/rode on shoulders and completed the race too. I was so proud of them! Funny story: my boys thought the number we wore on our shirt meant that was the amount of power we had while running! They had no problem pointing out to our cousin, Ashley, that she was at a disadvantage since she bore the number “17,” while they proudly displayed their numbers “121” and “122.”
I have two favorite moments of this race:
1. Grady running right along side me at the very beginning: keeping stride with my son was an amazing feeling.
2. Garrett finishing the race in his socks. Apparently, his shoes gave him blisters, so my boy took them off and ran shoeless – I love it!!!
Here are a few highlights!
The boys and I “pre-race”
Posing with Uncle Jim and Aunt Leslie
Team “CrazyNewts” (we’re missing Uncle Jim in the pic 😦 )
“Shoeless” Garrett and Grady (I’m actually surprised to see his shoes on the right feet…)
My special guys & me!
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