Since I have been working out so much, I figured that I should start to run in 5K type races.
I HAD to participate in the American Diabetes Association's Dancing Thru Downtown event. That was the finale of the V-Fit Leadership challenge. I walked it. It was about 3.5ish miles. Didn't come in first, didn't come in last. Wasn't any big deal, really. I didn't even think of it as a 5K.
This past weekend, I participated in the V-Fit 5K, benefiting Mission of Mercy. In case you're wondering which one I am, I am the bright red one coming in dead last.
I am not disappointed that I came in last. My goal was to finish.
I tried to stay as close as I could to the 2 lovely ladies ahead of me. They are in their 60's, and they run 5K's all the time. Before the first mile was up, I was eating their dust.
I was also lapped pretty quickly by the mom pushing her 3 year old in the stroller. She rocks. She is in my age class, and she came in first. (I came in second. The moral is: more people 40-45 need to run 5Ks).
We ran through a pretty neighborhood, down streets, through a park. It was a lovely day.
Motorcycle cops were on had to ensure the traffic was clear, and also to ensure no one was hurt or injured along the way. I tried to hitch a ride with one of them, but he wouldn't take me. I am going to complain to the city. What do we pay taxes for if our policemen won't even help us cheat in a 5K.
What was amazing to me was how others reacted to me.
Most of the runners are very fit, active people. Some are full on athletes.
No matter our fitness or experience, everyone was very supportive.
They were more than supportive.
They were genuinely pulling for me.
My friend Laurie (the one who Victor makes do really really crazy hard things), finished the race in about 30 minutes. She is awesome. She came to find me so she could help me run the last 1/4 mile or so. She kept my energy up.
Tim, one of Vic's Super-Fit clients, ran with me to the finish line. He was SO incredibly affirming. He delivered me to the home stretch and cheered me as I ran up the hill to the finish line.
The finish line was on top of a hill.
Because Victor does things like that, the basterd.
Victor, who I love dearly despite the fact that I just called him a bad name, ran alongside me as I ran up the hill.
Everyone else was on the sidelines cheering. They cheered for me as if they had bet money on me.
I can't begin to describe the feeling.
I am pleased that I ran. I am proud that I finished. The best part, however, is the incredible feeling of support and solidarity I got from the other runners.
To my fat brothers & sisters: I know that sometimes you don't like to tackle things like this because you feel weird being around all these gorgeous fit people.
I am here to tell you -- they want us there. They want us to do well. They are pulling for us.
I have 3 more runs to finish this year.
By the last one, maybe I can cheer someone else on!