A few weekends ago, I completed my first 1oK after giving birth to Ellis.
At least that pretty much sums it up so you can stop reading now if you want to ;)
First woman to come in overall. I set a new PR (personal record) of 43 minutes and 5 seconds.
But it was SO. MUCH. MORE that winning an setting a PR.
It was all the miles that I jogged while I was pregnant. Three to four miles every other day. It was those miles when I wanted to quit jogging because the extra weight made it hard - made my legs ache - gave me chin splints. It was those Body Combat and Body Pump classes on the opposite days that I became even more dedicated to and pushed as hard as I could being pregnant. It was the crazy way my body changed so fast.
I ran this 10K and for me, it was a race.
A race to challenge myself. To see if I still have it. To see if the people who said, "oh, your body will bounce right back" were right. To feel the pavement under my shoes and hear the loud music in my ears. A race because in those last few jogs of my pregnancy, I swore that when I started running again after Ellis, I would always be grateful for a lighter body to carry. I promised myself that I would run faster when I physically could.
And so I did.
As I write this, I realize that some might judge me and feel like I am boasting or bragging. Those who know me will know that I am not. That I am actually timid to even say that I won when people ask. The truth is, I am proud of myself, but for me running is just part of who I am. A piece of my life right now and hopefully for always. It's in my genetics.
It's something I share with my husband who also placed first in his age group.
It's something that has brought new frienships and enriched old friendships because we encourage and look forward to running as a team.
And yes, in case you are wondering. I was more sore than I have ever been after a race.
Sore for at least a week and a half after the race.
And it hurt so good to know that my body is still capable, thanks to Him.