Today, I ran my first 5k. Today, I ran my first of many 5ks. I am so unbelievably proud of my accomplishments at this point in my journey. I remember being 350lbs, sitting at my desk watching a motivational running video and saying to myself, "Yes, that'll be me." Now, it is
I'm a runner, because I run. Sure, my time on the 5k wasn't the best It was 47:30. We also had obstacles like zombies, and to do jumping jacks and burpees at the water stations. My first mile was good, second mile was rough, but I picked it back up half-way through and finished strong. I finished strong, and I finished the race. I never could've even walked 3 miles in under 60 before. My friends finished behind me, and they are smaller and were athletes in high school. One friend finished at 54, and another at 60. It blows my mind to know I outbeasted them. I wasn't the last runner, and even if I was, I would've been REALLY FREAKING PROUD to know I finished what I started.
My Mom and Dad were on the phone after the race and were just so proud of me too. My Dad even said if two years ago, I said I was gonna run he would've called me a liar and laughed. They really wished they were at the finish line for me, and I really wish they were too but I started this whole weightloss journey in a sense alone and I finished strong alone (as I had left my friends in the dust, haha).
So as I sit here trying to type through my happy tears, I just want to thank you guys for all your love and support through all of this. All 143 lbs I've lost with you guys. I thought about you guys and your 5ks, and I thought about you guys doing the dancing carrot too as strange as that is.
Okay, end rambling. I had to get it out.