My saga continues...

During this 10 week training I got to run in my first 5K. When I say run, I mean run. I started and finished at a running pace. For my first one I was happy with my time of 37 minutes. I remember years ago, I was in the middle of the couch to 5K and I was not up to running the full 3 miles yet. My mom bless her heart because she did not mean anything mean about it. Said "You did not run the whole race." Years later now I realize that had a big impact on me. After that race I stopped running because I thought I would never be able to run for 3 miles.

Here I am before my first race. 

Here I am after with my son Calvin.

I kept on training and I could tell I was getting better with each run. At this point I was not hurting after runs and the foam roller was one of my best friends. I still did not feel like a runner. I joined a great group with a couple of my sorority sister, Moms Run This Town. It was great to be apart of a group of women trying to juggle mommy, work, and me time.

Next, came the High Desert 10K Trail Run...Thanks to MRTT. I got a free entry since I was the only one other than Justine close to this milage. It was a tough race all on dirk, which I had never run on. It was mostly down hill turn around and go back up hill for the last 3 miles. I did not run this one. I would not have been able too. It was a little over the 10K mark because the flags kept getting moved. I ended up going almost 7 miles in 1 Hour and 21 minutes. I just wanted to be under 1:25:00. Did I mention we were in the middle of nowhere, i.e. Pearl, ID.

Me after the race and getting some food!!

A sweet surprise from my husband.

Running Mamma of 2

About two months ago I came to the hard truth, that I was no longer present in my own life. So I dug deep and pulled myself out, by my shoe laces, my running shoe laces!!!

I started running because it was something I enjoyed years ago and I thought it was free. Wow that was a misconception. But at the time I already had my Ease into 5K and a good sports bra. So off I went for my first 60 sec run and 90 walk for 3.1 miles. Each time I ran I thought that my lungs were going to burst. I continued this for a few weeks. Every other day I would put on my shoe and hit the side walk.

A few weeks passed and I was up to run 3 minutes and walk 60 sec. I remember passing a neighbors flower bed and thinking one day I will be able to run to this spot. Her flower bed was less than a mile from my house. I would walk across the street and head down Wright St. Here I would think, it would be great to be able to run this whole street.

A few more weeks pass. I have know purchased an extremely expensive pair of running shoes, because my knee was telling me new shoes or I am leaving. I have also scoured every thrift store in town looking for cute and cheap running clothes. The sweats and 3 year old tank tops were no longer cutting it either. But I remember the day that I ran for a full mile. This was such a triumphant day. I remember thinking that this could not have really happened and yet there it was and I could not wait to get home.

It was the next week that I did something stupid. I agreed to run a half marathon with some girls from work. My longest run was 3.5 miles. I was never going to last 13.1. But I had that wild thought. What if I did something great before my 30th Birthday. I already have 2 great kids and a wonderful husband. But this would be something that I would have to do all by myself. Could I really do this? Would I die in the process? Is it responsible to leave my huband a widow at 29? But the truth is I took it one day at a time.

So thanks to Katie and Laura, I started my 10 week training schedule for the See Jane Run (I like that I am going to get Chocolate and Champaine at the end) Half Marathon.