May 2, 2012 by Darlene McC
At the beginning of 2011 I gave myself a challenge to try something new every day. This was intended to get me out of a creative rut; but it ended up doing much more.
One of the “somethings” was running in my first 5k last April: the first Run for Change. My goal was just to make it across the finish line with out stopping, puking, or passing out… and I did. In almost 35 minutes. I was dead after that run; proud of myself, but emotionally charged as well. I had dragged myself over those 5 kilometers, struggling every step. I felt like someone had kicked me in the lungs and I walked through lower Manhattan, simultaneously proud and disgusted with myself. You can see it in the picture of me crossing the line last year:
I’m in the blue t-shirt, shoulders slumped forward and looking down. I reflected on this feeling while busting down the course on Sunday: how much has changed in a year!
In 2011 I felt thankful that I could even finish; but this year I was not content with just dragging across the line. I led the first mile, which felt awesome, but secretly I knew I couldn’t keep that pace. During the second mile 2 women slipped past me, but that was all. 28:04; not the pace I was hoping for, but having recovered from a hip problem in March when I couldn’t train at all I probably shouldn’t really complain.
From couch potato to trainer and runner in just over a year. Not half bad.