I ran the Mistletoe 5k this past weekend.
You saw that, right? Did you read that I actually RAN a 5K? That's a little over 3 miles AND I DID IT!! Given that I've never been much of an athlete, this was a pretty significant event in my life.
There was a time that I would never have thought that I would be able to accomplish this. To be totally honest, I'm still kind of shocked that I pulled it off. There are some people that are natural runners and those (like me) that are a bit more physically challenged. The natural runners gracefully glide over the pavement, head high, controlling their breathing, making it look almost effortless. They have their ear buds in and they float along mouthing their favorite songs to the beat of their feet.
The day of the Mistletoe run, I was that girl. It didn't matter what I really looked like, what mattered is that I perceived myself to be that running girl and I OWNED it! I was focused, determined, eager. Every time my feet hit the pavement, I knew that I was one step closer to my goal.
The first 5k I ever participated in was The Color Run in March 2016. My kids and I held hands as we ran through the start and we held hands at the finish. It was the most invigorating and exciting moment in my life. I felt like I could accomplish anything I set my mind to and I never thought I could feel more proud of myself.
Until December 3, 2016. The day I ran 3.1 miles in 37:40...that's a 12 minute mile. Pretty impressive for someone who, two years ago, couldn't bend down to tie her shoes because her belly was too big. I couldn't run the entire Color Run course because it was just too taxing but I was able to run the Mistletoe. That's a pretty awesome achievement in my eyes. .
This time, I ran with my daughter and my boyfriend, Robby. Although he's an experienced runner, he hung back with me to coach me on and push me through. He stuck with me all the way. The three of us started the race holding hands, but soon after, my daughter fell back to run with a friend and Robby and I took off.
During the course I spotted a woman wearing this ridiculous yet adorable Christmas outfit and Horton Hears a Who wig. I'm incredibly competitive and I got it in my head hat I had to beat her in that race at all costs. I think it was that wig.
It became my goal and my focus. So, I'm listening to my music, running along and I spot her to my right, passing me. I speed up. Everytime she got close or passed me, it pushed me to work harder.
We turned a corner well into the race and I panted to Robby, "how much longer?"
"Around the corner,' he responded.
That's all I needed to hear. The Horton Hears a Who gal was on my right again and I needed to put some space between us so I took off as fast as I could. I sprinted (yes, you read that correctly) towards the finish line. I heard the band playing and the crowd cheering as I approached the finish line. I'm not sure if that was the reality or if it was just in my head, but either way, I pushed forward.
As I approached the finish line I heard the band playing and the crowd cheering. I'm not sure if that was the reality or if it was just in my head, but either way, I pushed forward. When I ran through it i was breathless, elated, overjoyed and ahead of the Horton Hears a Who gal.
There's no better feeling than accomplishing a goal. I'm so proud of myself, but to hear my daughter, my boyfriend and even my son (via FaceTime from college) say that to me, is beyond words.
Start small, take a few steps and eventually you will get to where you want to be. I know that if I can do this you can do this. All you have to do is try.
What do you have to lose?