I woke up early, like it was Christmas morning, full of anticipation! I stared at the clock, I wanted to let my body rest as much as possible. I knew my mind was running a 10k. The weather was great for a girl that was chubby. It had rained that night and was over casted early morning.I got ready and met Larissa, Brian and Rachelle, and soon picked up Mona. My SUV was full of celebration, for some of us this was our first race! We enjoyed the car ride there. Once we got there we checked in. (If your name starts with a K, you have to know your ABC's and stand in the K line Larissa :) ) Brian had me walk around and stretch and warm up. My anxiety was very high at this moment.
Let the race begin! Let it be known I never heard a whistle or a "Go" or even a sound of a horn. All I saw was hundreds of people moving me aside as they ran passed me down a hill. I felt a sense of panic I could not find Brian and I had "fit" Larissa telling me to run. So like any runner I ran. I came to a screeching halt when I seen it was not all down hill. When I signed up for this race it said "scenic and mostly flat coarse. Well come to find out the person that designed that coarse was a cross country runner. God help me I felt it was neither. As we walked and ran the path Brian and Larissa were much help. Brian and Larissa gave me hope strength and encouragement. I loved how Brian pushed us and kept us focused. I loved how Larissa was motherly and pointed out each big rock or root we were not to step on.
Each mile was posted. The money that was raised from this race went to the Renton School district, so we had many high school students cheering us on through the markers. We thanked them as they clapped us to the finish line.
As we approached the finish line, I got very nervous and anxious. We were on top of a hill that was about 3 blocks away from the finish line. I sort of freaked out at first. I could see everyone and the feeling of was I too slow kicked in. As Brian coached us into running the rest of the way I had a full blown anxiety attack I could see the "Finish Line." As I crept up to the end I was overwhelmed. I grabbed my face and wanted to cry. I had no tears. Larissa was pulling on my arm and all I could say was "I did it! There is the finish line" "We did IT!!!" That feeling I will cherish forever. We got thru the finish line. I completed my first 5k. I am 33 years old and a chubby girl and I did it. (most my size would say "I will lose the weight then do the race")
I had so much fun at this race. I even got a T shirt. I love this little present. I tried it on and wore it for 5 mins, then I freaked out. I did not want finger prints on it. This was my trophy.
I came in 335 out of like 500 people. For my first race I did not mind this. I knew in a race that there will be a first, a middle and a last, and I knew I wanted to be one of those!!
Let the race begin! Let it be known I never heard a whistle or a "Go" or even a sound of a horn. All I saw was hundreds of people moving me aside as they ran passed me down a hill. I felt a sense of panic I could not find Brian and I had "fit" Larissa telling me to run. So like any runner I ran. I came to a screeching halt when I seen it was not all down hill. When I signed up for this race it said "scenic and mostly flat coarse. Well come to find out the person that designed that coarse was a cross country runner. God help me I felt it was neither. As we walked and ran the path Brian and Larissa were much help. Brian and Larissa gave me hope strength and encouragement. I loved how Brian pushed us and kept us focused. I loved how Larissa was motherly and pointed out each big rock or root we were not to step on.
Each mile was posted. The money that was raised from this race went to the Renton School district, so we had many high school students cheering us on through the markers. We thanked them as they clapped us to the finish line.
As we approached the finish line, I got very nervous and anxious. We were on top of a hill that was about 3 blocks away from the finish line. I sort of freaked out at first. I could see everyone and the feeling of was I too slow kicked in. As Brian coached us into running the rest of the way I had a full blown anxiety attack I could see the "Finish Line." As I crept up to the end I was overwhelmed. I grabbed my face and wanted to cry. I had no tears. Larissa was pulling on my arm and all I could say was "I did it! There is the finish line" "We did IT!!!" That feeling I will cherish forever. We got thru the finish line. I completed my first 5k. I am 33 years old and a chubby girl and I did it. (most my size would say "I will lose the weight then do the race")
I had so much fun at this race. I even got a T shirt. I love this little present. I tried it on and wore it for 5 mins, then I freaked out. I did not want finger prints on it. This was my trophy.
I came in 335 out of like 500 people. For my first race I did not mind this. I knew in a race that there will be a first, a middle and a last, and I knew I wanted to be one of those!!
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