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Thursday, February 19, 2015

He Came Back for Me

I ran a 5k this last weekend. I kind of thought that it was a bad idea. My internal dialogue went something like this.
"Yeah, sure! Let's run a 5k!"
"That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard. Do you realize how long a 5k is? When was the last time you ran that far? Oh yes, over a month ago."
"We can do this" 
"No we can't"
"It will be awesome!"
"Do you realize how insanely masochistic it is to run on Valentine's Day?"

And that's about where I left it. That was what I was thinking when I said, sure, let's run the race. 

So I found myself on Saturday morning, standing at the start of the race with the Captain, my mom and Hector taking pictures of us as we took off. 

I had no idea what I was doing. 

I followed the pack, smiling that I was being so stupid as to run this race and pretending that I wasn't going to hit a point when I would have to stop running and walk for a bit. I left the Captain, but it was before the halfway point that he caught up to me and we ran together for a little bit. Then he ran ahead.
I knew that he would finish before me, and I wondered if he would run back for me. Part of me didn't want him to. 

I was on the last hill, wondering if he would, when I flashed back to Trek when I was 15. We were doing the women's pull. Uphill, in the sand. I wanted to pull our cart without any help from the others who had already finished. They were just showoffs, I thought. Proving that not only could they do the women's pull, but they could pull my cart too, out of the goodness of their hearts...
Someone came back for me then and I was mad. I could have done it. I didn't need them.

So when I was on the last stretch of the race and I saw him coming back for me I wasn't sure if I wanted him to. I could run in on my own.

These were the last few hundred feet in the race. I realized that it wasn't about whether or not I could run in alone. We both knew that I could, that had nothing to do with it. He wanted to run it with me, he wanted to support me, even if I didn't need that support. 

So I smiled as he fell into step with me. Smiled as we ran the last of it in. I finished my first 5k. 3rd in my age division (19-24), 27th overall. I finished in 30:46.4 minutes

Also, in case you were wondering, this was the playlist I ran to (because who doesn't want to run to sappy songs on Valentine's Day?):
10. Everyday -The Sunstreak

Have you ever run a race? How did you like your first race? How did you spend your Valentine's day? 

Thanks for reading!

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