I did not get breakfast in bed. I was out of bed an hour earlier than I would have been for work. I made Mr. Unreserved drag me down to Oakland to run in the Race for the Cure. It was quite an experience!
The morning was beautiful, sunny and crisp, which was a change from the rain and gloom that’s been dominating this spring. The event was well organized, which must have been quite a feat with over 30,000 people gathered in one spot.
I ran in memory of my Grandmother and in celebration of my Aunt.
I ran up and down the hills of Squirred HIll. Hills were the one thing missing from my training. They made me fanatsize about plopping down on the side of the course and refusing to finish. Seeing as I’d have to walk back to the park, I figured I might as well keep going. After the first two evil miles, the third was mostly downhill and was much easier. I’ve never been so happy to see Phipps Conservatory (where the finish line was) in my life! I managed to make my goal of finishing under 40 minutes, even though I had to walk twice to catch my breath.
Mr. Unreserved took a picture of me after the race, but I’d rather post the one from the beginning. It’s nearly identical, but much less sweaty.
The rest of my day was lovely, but it couldn’t top the rush of finishing my first race. Now I have to decide what comes next. Do I keep training? Chalk it up to another experience to check off the bucket list and move on? I like the way running makes me feel, but I’m still not able to think of myself as “a runner.”
But on Sunday morning, I was.
P.S. Get your annual mamogram. Yes, you.