5K

Completing a half marathon has been a personal goal of mine for years.  About a year ago, I decided that it was time to make it happen.  I chose the 3M Half-Marathon in Austin on January 29, 2012.  And then, I did nothing.

My time for a year long training plan passed me by.  My time for a six-month long training plan also passed by.  What was left?  A 12 week training plan.  Sure, it sounds short, but considering that 12 weeks is also the amount of time I had to figure out life with a newborn before returning to work, it seems more doable.  I already *know* how to run.  I did not know how to swaddle, diaper, or handle a blow out (veeery different than just changing a diaper.  Veeery).  Regardless, I'm a quick learner.

Last Sunday, my training plan required me to do a 5K.  No big deal, right?  It's 3.1 measly miles.  But it was also the first race I had run in over 2 years.  The first race since Jack was born.  And a race that was actually prescribed to me by my training program.  I also happened to be recovering from bronchitis.

So, what happened?

I rocked it.  And it was clearly as much a mental victory as a physical one.  And no, I'm not telling you my time because it was slow as molasses going uphill in January.  But you know what?  I wasn't last.  I wasn't even in the last group of people to finish.  I was about halfway.  And to me, that's super awesome victory.

Zoom zoom,

Heather