Today was one of those days that I felt on top of the world - I felt I could do anything and most importantly I did NOT lessen my joyous accomplishment by comparing myself to anyone else. This morning I ran the Norwood 5K as a Girls on the Run Sole Mate (full disclosure: I did not raise any money for this event, I was just given a free entry). For the past 3 days I've been unmotivated to do much of anything so I wasn't excited to drive 30 minutes away to run a 5K by myself but I'll do just about anything for GOTR so I went. I actually enjoy racing alone but I do like when someone is at the finish line but today was just me.
First mile seemed ok I was moving along and then I got to the first mile marker and it was 9:50 (this is way fast for this girl!) and I felt good so I kept cooking along. Second mile was 10:00 and time to set this race in motion. Then something amazing happened: I was running next to this girl, never saw her before but we were running step for step for the entire last mile. I knew the pace was way faster than my normal pace but I was determined to keep up with her. Neither of us got ahead or behind one another, we never looked at one another we just kept in the same rhythm the entire last mile. I was running so hard that I couldn't even look at my watch and the air was kind of cold so my eyes were tearing - I really, really wanted to stop. Not just stop but collapse. The finish line was around 2 corners so I had no idea how much further it was but just needed to keep up with my new run BFF and I did! We finished together - she actually surged at the line so finished 1 second ahead of me - then she came over and hugged me! It was like being in the Olympics (amuse me here since I'm never going to the Olympics!) it was the coolest thing ever. I looked up her name but she's not on FB or any other social media so I can't reach out to thank her.
|This was playing in my mind while running the last mile...not too dramatic!|
|What I thought we looked like...|
|what we actually looked like!!!|
My last mile was 8:23...let me type that again 8:23 for mile 3. I could have cried when I saw that - last week I was just about to throw in the towel and give up triathlon altogether bc it seems like I work so hard and never get any better. Then today happened...I'm back on track, back to training, back to getting faster. Now if I could stop eating so much shitty food then I'd really get fast!!!!