My mother mentioned that all she wanted for Mother's Day was "for her kids to run a 5k with her".
So I do what any sane out of shape person would do *nod & smile* and change the subject.. "so do you want to go to stop & shop or shop-rite?"
A few days later there was a confirmation email in my inbox for registering to run the Mother's Day 5k. I turn to my husband, "I am going to die, I can't run." He tried to encourage me " but you used to run in high school, and I'm sure if you start running a little bit here and there you should be fine."
Well, as I recall I wasn't very good at it in high school so I Googled my name and cross country and the 1998 CIAC class championship cross country race results came up and although I came in 128th out of 132 girls, I ran 2.5 miles in 24:57 averaging a little over 9 minute miles.. not so bad.
I didn't take my husband's advice and run a little here nor there
Mother's day arrived , I rolled out of bed way too early for a Sunday, I kissed my kids good bye and I went. The only reassuring thing was that we were starting and ending at the hospital.
So we pined our numbers on gave my mom the side eye and got in line.
|before picture all smiles|
And off we went.
First block down," phew I'm out of shape", about 1/4 mile in "holy cow chest pains gotta walk".
My sister and I rocked the buddy system and stayed together the whole race (better safe than sorry? or always look before you cross? or something like that) We walk/ran/panted.. wait what's that in the distance? Mile 2 mark with a table of water? YES!!
O.k. keep moving, that was the goal just keep moving.
Taking notice of the people passing us, small children, an elderly man wheezing louder than a freight train, a woman with a squeaky stroller with 2 kids in it, man we are out of shape.
After a lot of butt jiggling, moaning & complaining, chest pains, dirty looks from people who were serious about their race running,pretending to be invisible and crossing over the divider a teensy weensy bit to soon,we made it to the finish line WOOHOO! straight through the finish to the food/ water line.
I got home and I collapsed onto the couch, had to drag my lifeless body into a bath, get dressed and go to my mom's for brunch where she had the results from the race. 40:09 which averages to 12:57 per mile. I may have thought I was bad in high school, and I may not have been eating right or taking good care of my body then, but whatever I was doing was working better than what I am doing now.
|The after picture not so smiley|
And by the way, my mom did it in 31:59, was sitting in her beach chair and was on her second martini by the time I crossed the finish line. Just kidding, about the chair and drink part not about the her whooping my butt in a race part.
Good job mom I am so proud of you!!
Next time get mom a gift before she has a chance to tell you want she wants