Monday, May 18, 2009

A MOMENT OF PRIDE

Actually, 36 minutes and 31 seconds worth of pride.

Saturday, I ran my first ever 5K. It was my second son's idea, and who am I to argue with a 13-year-old who, one year ago, was undergoing chemotherapy?

My fear? That I would finish last. And be laughed at. Or possibly flogged.

My goal? To run the 3.2 miles in less than 40 minutes. I know that's not fast. But it isn't quite walking, either.

My finish? 36 minutes and 31 seconds. I didn't finish last--out of the approximately 1000 runners, I finished solidly in the middle, at 562.

But in my age and and gender group (yes, I had to join the 40-44 age group) I finished 26 out of 65.

I may not be a size 6 yet, but I never thought I'd do this. I'll take my satisfaction where I can find it.

6 comments:

patesden said...

You deserve more than a moment of pride--that's amazingly wonderful! Congratulations.

Sherise said...

You rock--way to go!!

April said...

You have a great perspective. I am impressed! You are one amazing woman. Now you are even an amazing runner. Way to go.

Katydid said...

Clap, Clap, Clap. Awesome time. Good for you going out of your comfort zone!

bec_fitzpatrick said...

You did it!!!!! And that really is an awesome time, girl! Woah. I'm seriously impressed.

MiddleEastMama said...

Isn't running great? I hate it for the first ten minutes, tolerate it for the rest of the time (however long that is--it varies) and then glow with pride about it for the rest of my day. My favorite Utah race is the Turkey Trot. 4 miles in Orem on T'giving morning. I tell you, no matter how good your T'giving feast tastes, it is about ten times tastier after you've run a 4-mile race. Smugness is definitely the best sauce I know.

I'm feeling smug today too because I did--get this--a 90-minute workout. Holy cow, we should both be so proud of ourselves. Let's go have a sundae! Wait--maybe not...