Reality is beginning to set in. In roughly two hours, I will be picking up my bib and t-shirt for my first 5k. I have never physically worked harder for something in my life. This has been a tall mountain to climb and I’m ready for the top. I am beyond nervous and anxious.
A few people have volunteered to cheer me on through the run, and I’ve (politely) turned them down. Matt and Annie are the most important people in the world to me, and it only seems fitting that it’s them who I collapse, cry, and celebrate with.
I am incredibly proud of myself for having kept running towards my goal (hardy har har). Tomorrow when I cross the finish line, I’ll be astonished at my accomplishment.
A little reflection of the last 4 months:
When I began running January 9th, I couldn’t even imagine getting to April 14th. I have trained for four months because I knew there would be bumps in the road, and there were. I was sick a few times, Annie was too, and somehow life seem to creep into my normal routine. Three weeks ago, I wasn’t sure that I would physically be able to run a mile, much less 3.1 miles. I’m still not sure, but hey, a girl can dream. I have lost 7 pounds since January and dropped a pants size. I can see the changes in my body that others have seen for months. I’m still completely aware of my body and what it looks like, but I am beginning to become more proud of it. I’ve had a lot of life changes in the last 5 years, but this four month journey has hopefully been the most lifelong change I’ve made for myself. I was inspired to run by my sister Anna and my friend L, but I hope to be an example for Annie.
A very big thank you to everyone who have asked how my training was going, encouraged me to keep going, and giving me advice. I’ll be thinking about all of it while I run. 🙂