Monday, July 04, 2011
Well, today I participated in the Platteville Run/Walk. It wasn't good. I had been noticing that my back has been bothering me the last few days. Especially when I stand or for more than a few minutes. To make things worse, I stayed up way past midnight last night (attached to the computer). Still, somehow, I thought that I could walk, and for short periods, run in a 5K. I was dead last. Worse still, about the 2nd mile marker, I started to cry. I was upset with myself for letting my weight get so bad and for letting this summer's walks come and go without doing any walking in-between. My throat swelled up inside from crying and I suddenly couldn't breathe. I had to get myself under control or I would be in a much worse situation. I wanted to quit but I just couldn't live with myself if I did. My mother, who was walking with me, coaxed me along for the entire last mile plus. My back ached so much. I almost sat down once but as I tried to figure out how best to sit down, I realized that I would not be able to get back up. When we got closer to the finish line, I became aware that everyone had not yet left as I expected. As they walked by, they would try to encourage me(us) through the last steps. The last 30 feet, everyone cheered and whooped. Maybe I should have been happy for the encouragement but I was just too embarrassed. The awards had been given out already. Last year, I received a metal. If they had tried to give me one, I would have refused it. I start the Sparkpeople 5k training tomorrow. I have to do something about this.