Thanksgiving Turkey Trot

Monday, December 1, 2014

Well folks, another Thanksgiving is in the books. This year was much different. A lot less snuggling on the couch and more running around and sweating after a 14 month-old and making sure he didn't wreak havoc in the living room. I'm still in recovery mode. Not from the turkey, not from the wine, but from chasing my kid all weekend.

I'm also recovering from my first ever 5K race. To be honest, I'm not sure what exactly prompted me to do this. 1.)  I don't run. 2.) I hate running 3.) There is no number three. I'm just not a runner--plain and simple.

Whatever the case, I felt like it was a big deal for me so I signed myself up with the help of my brother-in-law and my dad. I have to admit though after watching all the Facebook posts from friends running half and full marathons, I felt kind of stupid for trying to "prepare" for this race. Those people literally run 6 miles in their sleep. And did I prepare? Ha! Not at all. I barely ran/walked 2 miles in my entire life, on the treadmill, not outside in 36 degree weather. I had no idea what I was getting myself into...

But, ladies and gentlemen, I have lived to tell the tale of my first 5K. I did it. And I'm damn proud of myself. I didn't pass a single soul the entire race except for the last mile, but when I finally started whizzing (more like coasting) past other runners, that was the best feeling in the world. I crossed that finish line and literally started crying. I don't know why. I think I was just overwhelmed with what I just put my body through. But, like my BIL said minutes before the race, "It can't be any worse than giving birth". 
And yes, he was right.

I'm not going to lie. I kind of feel like some kind of superwoman-- you know, I can birth 8 pound babies and run 3.12 miles. If that's not a freaking superpower, I don't know what is.

Happy Thanksgiving 2014!

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