Today is my second 5K of the summer. The first one was really just a lark. I had been walking semi-purposefully for a few weeks and the opportunity to participate in a fun run/walk just up the beach came along. That day, my goal was mostly to get a baseline time, to see if I could push a little faster than my daily walk.
Today, I have a goal. I have a pace I want to hit.
I am here to get an official time.
I am here on the way to a healthier me.
And I am here with a bunch of other people…
All sizes, shapes and levels of fitness. Runners, walkers, shuffle-alongers. And while you can’t see it from this particular shot, all ages and ethnicities, too.
…… 3.1 (and change) miles later….
I finished well under my goal of 52 minutes. In fact, I was under 16 for every mile! Unofficially, I was right close to 49:54 when I stopped my tracker well past the finish line. I’ll see what their clock says later. [Update: they clocked me at 49:46, a 16:00.8 pace]
Right now, I know that I came, and I walked. I did it with focus and strength.
And I finished hot, sweaty, and proud.
It’s a simple story really…
She got out of bed way earlier than usual.
She got dressed and put on her shoes.
And then she walked.