About this time eight years ago, I started my fitness journey. About three years ago, I started to falter a little; two years ago, I fell off the wagon, and a year ago, I was sick, couldn’t do any physical activity for pretty much my entire summer, and I lost almost every single gain I had made since 2011. Since this fall, I’ve started to try to work my way back to where I was at my peak, but it’s been a rough road.
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Having this dingus as a running partner/motivation doesn’t hurt.
When we got our husky puppy, Quinn, she was good motivation to get in a run–she has A LOT of energy to burn. All winter, I was able to run pretty regularly, but usually only a mile or two at a time. I was able to maintain a very, very basic level of fitness, but that’s about it.
For the first running race of the new year, I ran Empyrean Ales, a trail 5K race and one of my favorite races. I was slow but steady, and felt absolutely fantastic by the end. I was ready to improve. I ran two 10Ks in March, the Leprechaun Chase and the Shamrock Shuffle. They weren’t great, but they weren’t bad; still more than a minute per mile slower than I know what I’m capable of, but I felt pretty okay through both races. Next up was Race for GRACE, another 10K and one of my last chances for a “long” run before the Double Half Mary.
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13 degrees at race time. Let’s do this.
At the start line of the Race for GRACE, I ran into Brittnnii, a friend of a friend that I had met just the evening before. We chatted a little before the start; she mentioned something about running together, but I warned her that I was pretty slow, so not to have too high of expectations out of me.
The race started, and we hit our own paces, and I lost sight of Brittnnii. I focused on trying to catch up with the two firemen running the 10K in full gear.
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Show off.
Brittnnii and I somehow ended up back together, and fell into step with each other. We were able to overtake one of the firemen, and we started to maintain a nice, steady pace. There were a few times that if I’d been running on my own, I would’ve taken a walk break, but Brittnnii was the motivation I needed to keep moving. We chatted back and forth a little; I told her about my struggles and how I hadn’t run hardly at all the year before, but I was trying to get back into the swing of things.
“Well,” she said simply. “Welcome back!”
It was amazing how powerful that statement was for me. I was struggling in my running, both physically and mentally, but my partner saw someone who was “back.” I was back. I was definitely coming back.
We didn’t have a whole lot of race left, when we started worrying about the lack of “butterflies” on the course. The Race for GRACE is a fundraiser for an organization that helps local families affected by cancer; individuals can buy signs to display along the race route to honor loved ones. Usually, the signs started only a couple of miles into the race; we were close to four miles in but hadn’t seen a single butterfly yet. We worried that with the recent bad weather, the race organizers were unable to put the signs out, but fortunately, we came across the butterflies with a couple of miles to go. Hundreds of butterflies line the route, each one with the name of someone affected by cancer. It can be humbling, to say the least.
It’s pretty common for runners to pick up their butterflies to carry with them to the finish line; Brittnnii stopped to pick one up….and then another….and another….and another. She had so, so many close family members who had been affected by cancer; it was sweet and heartbreaking to see her pick up each butterfly and hold it as we continued. Then, as we neared the last turn to the finish line, we saw something we never would’ve expected–a marriage proposal in progress. Brittnnii acted quickly and got out her phone to take photos; it was a wide swing of emotion for one 10K, but I’m so very excited we got to be a part of it. We congratulated the couple and kept trekking; the finish line wasn’t far away.
We crossed the finish line in 1:16; with a couple of water stops, one walk break, and a stop to witness an incredible moment, an overall pace of 12:06 was nothing for me to be ashamed of. Brittnnii thanked me for keeping her going at a steady pace; I did the same to her. We were just what the other needed for a successful race.
By the time we finished, it had warmed to a balmy 18 degrees, so after saying goodbyes, I changed into dry clothes in the car and my husband took me to the nearest brewery for beermosas.
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The taste of victory.
Each of the 10Ks I had run in March and April were progressively faster, so that made me happy. The next challenge was on the horizon, though–the Double Half Mary, a race that would definitely challenge me both mentally and physically. But that was another race for another day.
Welcome back.