I hadn’t expected my 1st 5k to be an emotional thing. Apparently when your walking/running a race, when you get to the finish line there’s something that makes you cry. or maybe its just tears of joy that it’s over.
let me explain. On August 3; my sister, her husband and four kids ( two boys and two girls), my brother (Donny) and myself included ran ( I walked) the “GLOW RUN” in Provo, Ut. to celebrate Donny’s birthday.
The race started at 9:30 pm. The energy was crazy, there were people everywhere. there were people talking in groups, others stretching and getting ready to run, some on their phones either getting their Map my walk/Run ready and music going, and me….I was standing next to my sister, plotting how I was going to get out of doing this race.
all of a sudden, the race began. it was so crowded that instead of people actually running we were all just walking at a slow pace until we got out of the parking lot of the mall. there were police blocking off roads and waving us in the direction of the race. Once we were out of the parking lot it seemed like everyone took off running and I was alone pushing two little girls in a stroller and my nephew yelling behind him ” Come on Marie, Faster”. after some time walking in the dark, I could tell that my nephew really wanted to run, so i told him to go head and i would keep the girls with me. he said “no, I’ll take the girls” and off he went into the darkness.
As I reached the half way mark, I was debating if I should turn left and continue the race or turn right and head to the finish line. As I was debating what i should do, my nephew runs pass me with the girls, yelling “your almost there, you can do it”. AHHHHHH Man, I just got called out by a 13-year-old. grumbling to myself, i turn left.
I was about two and half blocks away from the finish line, my feet were hurting and I was really thirsty. all of a sudden as if someone had read my mind, both of my nephews come running towards me with water. As i drank the water, my nephews were informing me that i wasn’t that far away and that i could do it. ( they are 13 and 12 year olds, coaching their aunt of 37, I love these boys). As I gathered what little energy i had I started a slow running pace. ( I have bad knees, so to me this was running, to my nephews it was a fast walk), they cheered me on saying ” your almost there”, ” you can do it”.
Next came, my brother and brother-in-law cheering me on towards the finish line. “Marie, its right around the corner”, ” you can do this”, “just keep breathing”. by this time, my lungs where burning, and I thought I was going to die.
Then….I saw my sister standing at the corner right before you turn to run towards the finish line. I started crying. I can still hear her voice saying ” Marie, look its right there, you got this girl” as she started running next to me at my pace. I had my whole family running with me towards the finish line, with their voices echoing “your right there”, “you got this”
As I came closer to the finish line, my family back off and I ran across that finish line by myself. I finished my first 5k in 1 hour and 7 minutes. And I didn’t die.
What I learned from this race is this: it doesn’t matter if you finish first or finish last. it only matters how you finish. there were so many times during that race that i wanted to give up and just quit. but, during those moments of doubt, I received encouragement from my family at various points along the way.
I am so truly grateful for my family. they are my rock and I know i can always count on them being there for me and i for them. they never let me down and they never put me down (I do that enough on my own).
I will tell you this. the next race I do, I plan on beating my time. even if its only by a few minutes.