Two years ago, John came home from work talking about the Windward Challenge 5k. He very sweetly asked me to run it with him. At the time, I had no idea what a 5k was (darn metric system never did catch on in America). I agreed to do it and then proceeded to block it from my mind. Fast forward a few months later and it is race day. That was when I figured out that I was supposed to run 3.2 miles. Now, at the time, I would not have considered myself very athletic. I had never run unless someone had been chasing me. That race was horrible. I walked most of the time and almost gave up after the first half. I seriously thought I was dying. When it was over, I swore I would never run again.
Last year, John came home from work talking about the Windward Challenge. I think God gives me a very selective memory so that I will agree to try things again that were painful the first time (ie. childbirth). So, I agreed to run it again. But, this time we had the kids running it with us. There in lies the joke. My kids weren’t runners unless they were being chased by someone (I have no idea where they get it from). So, John ran the race and I spent the entire time trying to convince two kids to please just try to walk a little faster and saying things like “could you just make it to the stop sign? or even the fire hydrant?”. It was an experience that I was not excited to repeat.
This year, John came home from work talking about the Windward Challenge. The difference between this years’ race and last years’ race was all in the preparation. Since mid last summer, I have been running at least 3 times/week on my treadmill. Now, anyone who has ever run knows that treadmill running and road running are not the same but I was willing to try again. We also were blessed to have my BFF agree to come and watch the kids while we ran the race. So, how did we do? We ran the entire race!! This is the first 5k that I have ever been in where I did not stop or walk for any of the race. It felt so good. I felt powerful and strong. I think even John was surprised to see me hang in there and not give up. Our time came in at 34:37 – not the best time by any means but a time that I am proud to claim.
So, what will happen next year when John comes home talking about the Windward Challenge? I am already thinking of how I can improve my time.