|Me, in the midst of awesome women!
As a proud and sentimental mom, my kids’ firsts always seem to come well, first! But today, I experienced my very own first, one that makes ME proud of ME.
Today I ran in my first ever footrace. If we’re talking stats, it was a 5 mile race and I finished it in 1 hour and 6 minutes. That means, on average, I ran a 13 minute mile! I didn’t really “train” for this, but I’ve been working out like crazy so I felt
nervous as hell up for the challenge!
I did the requisite carbo-loading the night before…who knew that bread and pasta could be both comfort and power food? Then I prepared to turn in early and get a good night’s rest. Ha!
Oops, where was I? I won’t bore you with the details
fussy kids, annoying relatives, or even vent about it annoying kids, fussy relatives…I’ll just say that the night before my big race, my first race, I got about 2 hours of solid sleep interrupted by 3 hours of frustrated awakeness (trust me, that’s a word) topped off by 2 hours of plain old tossing and turning on the couch.
This was a women’s only race. I arrived to friendly, excited chatter as groups of women greeted each other and got into their zone. Some women were hanging out casually with cups of coffee and tea, whereas I dry-brushed my teeth so as not to put any extra liquid in my post-4-kids/pre-5-mile-run bladder! Some were squatting and stretching in far off corners. Some were dropping their kids off with the provided childcare…how awesome and supportive is that?! And many men were there to support the women in their lives!
Five minutes before race time, the mood shifted to a little more serious as women started taking their places at the line up. Before I knew it, the gun went off and we were off! And for 5 miles we stayed together chatting, sharing, revealing, bonding, womaning (I swear that’s a real word too!), and running of course. As we approached the finish line, women who had long-finished cheered us on, encouraged us, told us we had done a great job. Five miles behind us…the pure high of accomplishment just ahead of us! The mood was festive. Families celebrated their women. Women celebrated themselves and each other. I felt grateful to be a part of it.
At the awards ceremony, I watched as women from every age category from 13 and under all the way through 60 and beyond approached to collect their mug and basket of strawberries. They were beautiful, rosy-cheeked, sweaty, smiling, fit women. The overall first place winner finished in 31 minutes, less than half my time! She accepted her award holding her baby girl, which blew me away and touched my heart. As I walked away from the event, a few stragglers left, I noticed her getting a well-deserved, free 10-minute chair massage. She was nursing her daughter at the same time and she was the epitome of beauty and strength!
Today, I celebrated a first, but definitely not my last!