…where I have not gone before.
Saturday was my 6th 5k, my first one that was not in the summer in warm or even hot temps. It was cold out (4o’s) and I was still sick. Nothing about the race sounded appealing, including dressing up in costume. However I am a determined lady and hate going back on things I have committed to doing so I put on my big girl pants, took some cold meds, grabbed my inhaler, and headed out to meet my friends and finish the monster dash.
Since it was the monster dash it was a costume race. Normally have not been a big costume lady, but I’ve wanted this old school Star Trek dress for ages. And since the largest size is an XXL it seemed that I could get away with wearing it now. So I ordered it for my costume. It was perhaps a bit tighter than I would have liked, particularly with cold weather running gear on underneath, but it is a sign of how far I’ve come already.
I had been hoping to be well to give my two main 5k goals a run for their money (Two goals – 1. run a whole 5k without walking, 2. do a 5k under 40:00) but being sick I nixed those as being too feasible and instead decided to just run as much as I could.
It was a crowded race and I have no action shots. It was too cold to want to bring little goat out with Mr. Goat and my friends and I have different paces right now. So I found myself alone in a see of people. It took nearly 5 minutes to even get to the start line, but once things began it thinned out enough to find my own pace. Having the variety of costumes sure gave me a lot to look at and I’m glad I brought my ipod to provide some music for me. Those two things kept me moving.
I ran the first mile and realized that I was a third of the way there, so I kept running.
Around the halfway mark there was a water station and I grabbed some while running past. I was still running.
At mile two the water was making me all phlegm-y and I was feeling worse, but I was still running.
At mile 2.5 I was still shuffle running along. My pace was slower but I was still running. Despite feeling worse and worse I still was moving. It looked like there was a chance I could finish the race running.
My phone told me I hit mile 3 ahead of the actual marker and I was still running. Only a tenth of a mile left!
But then I ran around a corner to be faced with a big hill, I slowed to clear my throat and I slowed just enough that my legs rebelled. I ended up walking up the hill and for a minute (or two?) before running the last 200 yards or so.
My first instinct was one of disappointment. I was SO CLOSE to running the whole thing and my body/mind just failed at the end. Not only that but I felt seriously awful after the race. All my cold came back with full force and I had no voice, little breath and a desire to curl up in a ball. A little time and perspective later, I am amazed that I did as much as I did, especially while sick. I was seriously close to both of my 5k goals despite being nowhere near 100%. My time was 42:40 and I ran at least 3 miles. I know both of my 5k goals are realistic and if I manage to get well and train through the winter my next 5k might be a very different story.
I walked off the worst of my body’s complaints, had some water and met my friends. Oh and I got my first medal for completing a 5k! I adore this medal, it is a sign of just how far I’ve come.
Part of me doesn’t want to be too boastful of what I’ve accomplished, especially with my fellow Prior Fat Girl’s rocking things like half marathons, but my journey is not theirs. For me the fact that I went out in the cold and ran a 5k while sick tells me that I am committed to making changes. This is stretching myself to improve and grow and I am proud of my accomplishments. I am also so grateful for the friends I have to cheer and run with me – Cindy (not pictures, boo), Amelia, and Kristen (the deviled egg).
I’m home sick again today and finally dragged myself to the doctor. No strep so it is just a generic crud that is lingering. I suppose it might have been more responsible to skip the 5k on Saturday and rest, but I am glad that I didn’t. I earned my medal the hard way and in the end I did myself proud. Yes, I wish I could have run that final hill, but I gave the monster dash my all and that is a wonderful thing.