Anybody else have post-race “waddle” goin’ on? Woke up yesterday, feet to the floor, and the body said, “see, this is what you get.” Thighs were tight, knees were aching, wanted another hour’s sleep. No such luck. Started limping through the day before hopping into the shower and noticing what I hadn’t the day before: 2 sexy little scabs on my neckline from heat and fabric abrasions. Nice. Battle scars!
Good news! I did manage to finish the 13.1 by jogging it all the way. (Wasn’t sure how the day would turn out because of training difficulties sparked by nagging injury. Was willing to walk if necessary). The biggest training run I’d done was 8 miles…2 miles less than where I needed to be…a little scary going into race day. I had done two halfs before, but truth be told, I likely couldn’t have done this one if it hadn’t been for Heather, Gina and Deanna who kept me going the first 6 miles. (Thanks, ladies!) If you had a goal to do the half and did it, congrats! In addition, if 26.2 was your goal and you accomplished that, then wow, you’re a rock star. In the same token, if you set out to achieve a goal but didn’t, you still DID something. You were out there, and that’s what matters.
Race day was blessed with perfect weather. The start was dark and the finish was daylight. What a great description of what events like this are all about. From darkness into light…feigning spirit into real life. The finish line (and just before) were where anyone could see incredible stories unfold. I saw a 6-year-old student near the finish just waiting to get his teacher’s attention. She was nearing 26.2 and he was bursting at the seams just to see her come through. When he & his mom screamed out and she actually saw and acknowledged them…wow…strong stuff. To see dads and moms approached by their kids near the finish, with the kids joining hands (on-course, mind you) to run to the end with their parent?…that’s major. To see a soldier strapped with 80 pounds of gear, knowing he/she has run all that way with all that weight? Pretty much no words for that. Sincere perspective was seen and gained in those finishing moments.
All told, glad I did finish. Not even worried about the existing aches and pains. This muscle/joint ache “waddle” will be temporary, but the post-race memories will be timeless! Congrats to everyone who was part of this amazing event. From directors and staff, to volunteers and participants, it’s certainly a good way to roll…or run…or walk…or wheel. Love this event!




