The month of October has always held a special place in my heart. The time of fall foliage, cool crisp mornings, warm soups and stews, and pumpkin-flavored everything is almost here. I’m not a huge Halloween person, but my favorite holidays (Thanksgiving followed closely by Christmas) are right around the corner.
October – the first weekend, specifically – also holds a special place in my running life.
Three years ago . . . I laced up my shoes to run my first 5k.
I had been
running shuffling for about two weeks, and I wanted to try actually running a 5k – as opposed to walking it like I’d done three weeks earlier. The Vineyard Run promised wine at the finish line, so it sounded perfect! I had no idea where I was supposed to put my race number. I had no clue what the timing chip was, much less how it worked. I was crazy nervous. Brad was ready to go for a bike ride, but turned around joined me for the run (bike clothes and all!). I walked within the first mile, wondering how the heck anyone could possibly run an entire 5k. And about 35 minutes later, I crossed the finish line.
Two years ago . . . I experienced my first bout of taper tantrums leading up to my first Marathon.
To say that I was freaking out is an understatement. What should I wear? What should my race plan be? When should I drink? How many gels do I need? How should I pace myself? Oh crap, what if I don’t even finish? The list goes on and on.
Ultimately, I settled on three goals: My “C” goal was to finish. My “B” goal was to finish in 4 hours. My “A” goal was to finish in 3 hours and 50 minutes. I crossed the finish line in 3:41:44.
I was all smiles. For days.
To say that I was hooked is an understatement.
(I’m the slightly excited one with her hands in the air under the time clock.)
One year ago . . . I qualified for the Boston Marathon.
I didn’t “just BQ”. I set a new PR of 3:33:39 – nearly ten minutes faster – in my second marathon. I don’t like to brag, but I’m told that this is a pretty big deal and that I’m too modest about it. So there.
You can read more about my run in St. George here.
Today . . . I re-ran my first 5k.
When I got an email about this year’s Vineyard Run, I realized that the running stars had a funny way of aligning in October. Given that I’d been yearning for some good inspiration, I signed up (a.k.a. I signed myself and Brad up) to return to the scene of the crime. 🙂
I didn’t run to race. I ran to remember.
I remembered each spot where I stopped to walk. Each spot where I wondered how I could ever run faster. Each spot where I wondered how I was going to run 8 miles at next month’s Turkey Trot. Each spot where I wondered how I had let myself lead such a sedentary life that I couldn’t run/jog 3.1 miles. Each spot where I swore to myself that I’d never live that way again.
It was an awesome experience. One that I plan on repeating every first weekend in October for as long as I live.
Do you celebrate your running anniversary? If you don’t, you should.
~your busy little B