I've never run a 10k. I've never run a 5k. Heck, I've never even run more than two miles before taking a break to walk and remind myself that I'm not a runner. But on Saturday the cheering crowds on the sidelines, my feisty red nail polish, the garlic breadsticks from the night before, the sun and blue skies that replaced the forecast of cold and rain, and the other 41,000+ runners put me over the edge. And I ran the ENTIRE way. That's 6.22 miles, folks. SIX ______ miles.
And I was smiling for every second of it because it was a downright blast. That, and I was in a dazed disbelief that I was still running after each mile marker.
A day later I'm still a little bit in shock of myself. My body is in shock too. I woke up this morning feeing like an arthritic old woman -- and old woman who's been slammed in the back with an anvil. After a breakfast of pancakes (er....it was more like lunchtime when I hobbled out of bed) and a day of general lethargy, I think I'm getting back to normal. I just might do this whole thing again -- well, once my joints feel like they're back in their twenties.
Eeeeee!!!! So proud.
Jessica! I am so proud of you! Don't ever underestimate yourself and what you can do in life.........maybe you will do a half marathon next! Question.....how can your joints NOT feel like they are in their 20's when they ARE in their 20's?! That's one thought to ponder!
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Your Proud Mom
Way to go, Jessica and Chris! Loved the post and loved your great attitude even more. Come on down to Carlsbad for the half marathon some time!
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Leslie, Rolando,
Cameron, Grant & Zac
thanks for the terrific news. This willl open up a whole new world to you...Marathons are next. Proud of you. Can't wait to see you guys in June.
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