When in Doubt....Kick Your Own Arse

Bronchitis, check. No training, check. Finished a 5k, check!

I've dedicated enough blog space to being sick with bronchitis so I'll not post about the mofo again! But because of it I wasn't really sure I was going to run the 5k I had signed up for way back in June. I ran it last year with my sisters and had so much fun. This year it was just me and I was coughing, congested and hadn't been hitting the training like I should have. I was absolutely unprepared and being sick had kept me from the gym also. The day before the race I picked up my racing packet and was still not sure if I would actually do it. I slept horribly, clocking in at 4 hours of sleep but got up and drank my coffee and looked at the race map. Was I really about to run 3 miles with bronchitis?

Yes.

I just found myself there at the racegrounds, milling around the hundreds of kids who had been bussed in to run the Fun Run that started before the 5k.

I told myself to go easy on myself and just walk as much as I wanted. The kids enthusiasm was contagious. When it was time to run I was behind so many kids who were cannonballing around, laughing,and it really touched the inner kid in myself. I felt young. I COULD DO THIS! If these little kids could do it so could I, if these old people could do it so could I. I just appreciated not being so sick at last and the day was nice and my body was able to run so RUN I did. I started to wear down on the mile to the finish line. I could feel the little copper bracelet I got from my Dad bouncing around on my wrist. All the people who can't run, all the people I miss.....was the thought in my head. I didn't stop. I ran the whole way and didn't stop for water. No, it was no marathon...I am not up to that daunting task. But it was something I didn't think I could manage but DID by telling my brain theres no such thing as CAN'T. This morning I'm a little sore and my knee is a little gimpy but that's about it, was that what I was fearing? Isn't it funny how we try to stop ourselves from achieving bigger things? Now I know I CAN run a 5k with no training so training will only make me more powerful,to run farther if I wish. It was a great way to jumpstart my health and fitness routine again. JUST DO IT.

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