So, let's start with Saturday. Saturday was Hans' and my first day off in 3 weeks. THREE WEEKS! That alone is cause for celebration. Did we sleep in and lounge about, though? Nope! We had a race to run. This weekend was the annual Monument Avenue 10k.
Monument Ave was my first 10k back in 2012. It was a grey, rainy day, and I remember being so excited and nervous. I was so overcome with emotions that day that I teared up by the 1/2 mile mark. I also remember both Dad and Hans were at the finish line, and Mom, my best friend, and Hans and I all went out for a celebratory meal afterwards. I was sore and tired but oh so pleased. In fact, I was so pleased with myself from my results that day (1:04:18).
Boy was this year different! This year, I treated this race as just another training run. It was cold, and I was tired. I really didn't want to be there, and I wasn't even enjoying the fun costumes or the party atmosphere. I was excited for Hans who was running it for the second time, and I was nervous for Mom who was walking it (for the 3rd time), but really I just wanted to be at home with Anna. Anna was at home with Jess who was kind enough to babysit early in the morning.
So, I started the race. I was layered up, and my race watch was covered, so I didn't take the time to check my pace. I just listened to my body and hoped I had a pace that was better than that first year. (Note: Due to injuries and pregnancy in previous years, this was the first year I actually had a chance at setting a PR). I didn't think much of my overall goal of under an hour since training runs hadn't been near that pace. I just wanted to get it over with. Imagine my surprise then when, at the end of the race, I checked my watch and saw 1:00:02. What was my official time!? When I checked the final results, the race clock read my time at 0:59:57! That means I finally ran a 10k in under an hour! This has been a goal for 3 years! I did and had no clue I was going to do it! Great surprise!
Hans finished shortly thereafter (can I mention how proud I am of him), and we went home to warm up and shower. As I mentioned, Mom was walking the 10k. This wasn't her first time walking it, but it was definitely her first time post chemo and radiation. Here's the thing. Chemo and radiation are hard. For many of her training days, Mom ended up just curled up in bed, either shivering from cold or trying not to be sick. Her longest walk prior to this was 4 miles, and afterwards she had to sleep in her car for an hour. So, I was worried. I had to head on to work, but I was anxious for news of how she did. Hans picked her up, and gave me the report. She finished! She finished with a friend and with one of her coaches. She was at home sleeping, she was exhausted, but she had finished. She was ushered in by a police vehicle, but she had finished. I was so, so proud of her!
|Mom (in the floppy hat) with her coach and her walking buddy|
|How could you not cheer this adorable face?|
So, what did I say? Is that a great weekend or what? I wish they could all be that wonderful!