My stomach had been bothering me all day Thursday for some odd reason so I didn't sleep too well that night. On Friday morning my mom and I drove to Medford to pick up my race bib and race goodies and then stopped off to have lunch at Red Robin. (yum) I had a headache and took some acetaminophen while waiting for our food to arrive. I ordered the Banzai burger, sans the meat and cheese and with a gluten free bun. It's nice to know I can go there and get a meat and dairy free option. When our lunch came I could only eat half the sandwich (it was amazingly good) and a few of the fries. I spent the last half of the day in angony with an upset stomach and headache. I am sure it had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with my neck and the acetaminophen I took.
I have chronic neck pain from an accident I was in many years ago. I am used to dealing with migraines from my neck muscles that were injured. That being said I wish it had picked another day to rear its ugly head. I slept fitfully Friday night
The race started on time and we were off. J was running her first ever 5k and started off fast, (we told her the adrenaline and excitement would make her faster) D and I ran together for about a minute before I headed into the fray of the crowd. I was soon zig-zagging in and out of the runners trying to make a path for myself. I didn't want to trip anyone or get tripped for that matter. You know how these things happen.
Mile one went by fast as did mile 2 especially since the half way mark came sooner than I remembered it coming last year. (That's good right?) All of the sudden here I am running trying to catch my breath around the 2.8 mile mark and out of no where a man passes me with a jogging stroller...oy vey! I am now highly incensed that I have been passed by a baby...so I pick up my speed and start picking off runners left and right. (In all actuality I am just trying to pass the guy with the stroller, sadly I never do)
I can hear the crowd cheering at the finish line and take off at a sprint, and look down to see that my timer reads 28:50 something. I am actually going to beat 30 minutes and I feel elation...soon after that I hear my name announced as I cross the finish line in 29:47:1 (according to my timer) I never looked at the race clock so I don't know my official time, just that it was 29 something. My sons face says it all, he is standing there with a big grin that makes me feel like a Bada$$ Mother Runner and maybe even a hero.
|(Last year it read 30:13)|
I hug my mama, daughter and son and feel like I have accomplished something great. It may only be a race to some of you but this was a huge milestone for me. It proved that I can still run, my injury is healed, and I can do anything I set my mind to. I am back and I thank God for getting me through this last year of injury and frustration, not to mention heart-break. I am sore today but it's a good kind of sore. I am proud of my legs for getting me across that finish line strong, and I'm proud of my heart and mind for knowing I could do it. J and D both finished strong and I am so proud of them. I am looking forward to running with them again very soon.
|J, me and D post race|
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