I did it, I ran the 8k!
I finished my 8K race finally. I actually finished it.
Up until I crossed the 3K mark, I was thinking of changing my distance to 3K. I could have. But I didn’t. I kept going. It was hard…I walked plenty of it. But I beat my best time by about 14 minutes…I was keeping a good pace, apparently. I placed last, but I finished the race.
I am not certain if there are things I’ve been more proud of. Everything else seems really easy in comparison to this! This is something I worked hard for, something I struggled with, something I doubted I could do, yet…I did it.
A lot of people helped me through this, but my husband’s support was the most important. Whenever I told him that I am going to switch to 3K, he just said, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine.” Seeing my family at the 4K mark (in a random parking lot, 2 little pink coats, him and my mother) waving at me was very uplifting. I am so glad they did that.
I feel incredibly loved, and today, I am thankful for that love.