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| 4.52 miles...BAM! |
At 2.5 miles I was ready to quit. A panic attack was rearing its ugly head and I was doubting my ability to even do 3 miles. I took a 3 minute walk break and focused. I was doing this for all those people who lost their ability to run with their own legs. I run for them and hope that they get some killer prosthetics and are able to walk again soon. I ran for the 3 poor souls that have passed beyond this life on that day and were take too soon. I ran for the 8 year old boy who lost his life and minutes before hugged his dad at the finish line of the marathon. I ran for the 8 year old girl inside that has hugged her dad at the finish line of various races and marathons. I ran for any future daughters or sons I might have so they can hug their mommy at the finish line of a race. I ran for my husband so he can hug my sweaty self at the finish line of my first 5K in less than 2 weeks.
I ran for me.
Now I'm not fast. I consider my "running" as jogging with style. I've been working on my breathing and posture and boy does that make a difference when it comes to endurance. But still I feel awesome.
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| That's about accurate... |
So now I'm going to play games the rest of the day because I deserve it dammit! After sweeping the floor first, cleaning the kitchen and getting a snack.
