I did it! In about 40 minutes, which is 10 minutes less than I had expected. Of course, my time wasn't important - but it's nice to have a baseline for next time. Yes, there will be another one.;-)
I ran 3 minutes, walked one minute the whole time. I kept a very steady pace. I could have gone faster, but I just wanted to be consistent and run across that finish line.
Thoughts before the race:
- What the heck am I doing here with all these runners? I have no business being here.
- It is 0 degrees outside, and I am freezing. FREEZING.
- The announcer keeps asking the walkers to move to the back of the start line, and the runners to keep at the front. I am closer to the front, but do I belong at the back?
- Gosh, there are some fit people here!
- What the heck am I doing here with all these runners? (yes, this thought repeated in my head about a thousand times).
Thoughts during the first half of the race:
- Toronto is such a beautiful city;
- I'm running on a main road!
- I don't know how long I can sustain this;
- Look at all the teams, running for a cause;
- I feel a bit lonely for my husband (the first (and previous) 5K I ran was with him);
- Am I ever going to make it to the half-way mark?
- I can't wait to walk again, when is my next break?
- I'm doing this for so many people. My dad, especially. He hasn't been an amazing example when it comes to being healthy. He has health issues now. But he's my daddy.
- My three-year old daughter's lips on my nose this morning (covered in peanut butter), and her smile when she said, "Good luck, mama!"
Thoughts during the second half of the race:
- The road is uphill. The wind is against me. This is hard.
- Look at all the people passing me.
- I want to be a runner. So badly.
- Could I run a 1/2 marathon one day? Maybe?
- I am running so slow. My legs feel like molasses, but I can't go any faster.
- When is my next walking break?
- Am I the last person in this race?
- I can do this. I will do this. I'm more than half-way through.
- I hiked the Inca Trail in Peru, this is only a 5K.
- Gosh, I love my hubby to bits. He is my rock.
- My 7-month old son's smile melts my heart all the time. I can't wait to kiss his cheeks.
The last bit:
- I'm almost there. Holy crap, I'm almost there.
- I don't care about my next walking break. I'm putting my stopwatch away. I'm running the rest of this, until my legs won't carry me anymore.
- There's the finish line. I'm going to run across that finish line, and smile.
- Holy crap. I did it! Wheeeeeeeeeee!
So now, I'm wearing my little medal. It's only a 5K, I know. I can't imagine how people run 1/2 marathons and marathons. But this was a goal of mine, and today, I achieved it. I was this close to not running the race. But thanks to a little help from my friends (you know who you are!), I changed my mind.
I'm so glad that I did this. I feel like a different person. Somehow, my weight loss journey doesn't feel like it's unattainable anymore. One step in front of the other, just like my little 5K. And I'm going to get there.