It has taken me this long to get myself together...I did the "Race for the Cure" yesterday morning...And I am sooooo proud of myself.
I was up EARLY to get to my rides house. She is a stickler for being on time :). I got there and I was PUMPED.
Let me start by saying I had to really psyche myself up major. I went Friday and purchased and iPod...only about 4o years late. My mother had one and I didn't. I knew I was behind the times. Anyway, I loaded it up with some of my favorite stuff and was ready to conquer those 3 miles.
After getting to near our designated location me and Quiet Riot got snagged by a TV report to ask us about our participation. We chatted and then went live. She caught us off guard by asking about the amount of money we raised...we were looking STUPID but recovered nicely. After our 2 minutes of fame we tried to locate the rest of our team. NO LUCK!!! They were lost among the millions of people that were out there. Question: What is the use of having a cell phone if you are not going to answer it? We did locate a few smart people that had their phones on. Around 8:15 we took off walking. TM, Quiet Riot, and Queenie are in much better shape than I am. They actually go to the gym. I do my thing. We I was determined not to let them leave me or call me a slacker. I turned on my iPod and got myself together. It was easy starting out. Just like trying to find the perfect pair of shoes in the mall. I was on a mission. I was going around people. Putting on my mental turn signal and going around folks. We were calling out signals. To the Left, To the Right, Sidewalk...Excuse me, Sorry, were the words that kept coming out of my mouth. Step, Step, Quick Step, Step, Quick Step, Side Step, Take a Sip, Keep breathing, You can do it. And then it happened...I hit the wall...I thought for a moment...get to the nearest subway and tell the crew you will meet them at the end. And then I looked at the Pink Shirts passing me...Women that had survived and were walking. I looked at their determination, children, husbands, fathers, brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles...everyone on a mission....I sucked up some water and kept it moving...I felt Quiet Riot or Queenie pushing me in my back. I honestly started to turn around and slap them but I knew that would be in appropriate. We passed the 2 mile mark. It was pretty much down hill then. I picked up my pace, put on a good song (Not Peabo Bryson, thank you Quiet Riot) and got to moving...the ladies turned around to see where I was and I was turning around looking at them looking for me. In my mind I was cracking up. But my legs were telling me to stop. Almost to the finish and I see TM and Quiet Riot start running. We have about 1/2 mile to go. So I start a quick jog. We finished and took some photos and I literally wanted to scream out for my completion. I was thankful to God for giving me the determination to do that thing.
We are going to train to run next year. Gotta find a trainer, not a Nazi but an encourager.
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I'm looking for another 5k. There will be another Race for the Cure in October in Hunt Valley, MD this year.
You did good...you did real good. There's nothing like motivation and team work when doing something like this. I'm looking forward to the next one and running next years if not sooner.
Let me know TM...I could do that.
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