My friend posted a picture of a race medal that was quite pretty. I foolishly commented on the picture and a day later I found myself registering for a 5km race.
What the heck?
For 2 years I said I was never going to run a race. I don’t need to race. I don’t need the medals. I just love running for the fitness and the rush I get when I finish. I never felt the need to train for a race to keep me motivated, I just run because I want to run.
Yet, here I am, registered for a 5k race in 10 days.
My friend Jedi-mind-tricked me into doing it. She really did. “It’ll be fun.” “No pressure!” “Don’t make me do it alone!”
Husband says I had better win it. Ha ha! As if! (He’s joking.)
The FB running group I am a part of held a virtual race this weekend to end the month of November. It’s been a pretty crappy month of running for me. One of the worst this year. I’ve been feeling like a sloth all month and with how busy it’s been at work and the multiple illnesses I’ve been plagued with, it’s really no wonder I haven’t been able to run.
But all that changed today. On this final day of November I made a deal with myself that I would get out there today and just do it. And I did. I managed a pretty decent 5 km run to share with my running group. It was a solo run, all my runs are, and it felt great. I suppose actually that this was my first race though the entire time I was running I kept telling myself it wasn’t. Yet by the time I was about 500 meters from the finish (aka home) I found a burst of energy and ran home as if I were crossing a finish line.
Ah, that felt good.
And with that, another NaBloPoMo Is done. Thank you all for all the comments and encouragement. It’s been fun.