I just came home from a 5k walk, the "Run for Literacy". My mom's a reading teacher and every year, she tries to get the whole family to go to this thing. In previous years, I would volunteer to sit at a table and give away bananas. This year, I was much more active.
I'm certainly not fast, nor do I consider myself an athlete, but I figured- 5 kilometers, approximately 3 miles... I've speed-walked two floors of IKEA to locate the perfect soap dispenser- I can do this. Yes, it is outside and doesn't involve shopping, but I do get a free T-shirt. My goal was not to be fast, not to place, but just to finish.
As I pulled into the area where registration was, I contemplated reducing my attempt to the "one mile fun run". After all, I was up a little late and throughout the night with the baby. Besides, I needed to save my energy to host a jewelry party in the afternoon- right? I am proud of whatever part of me would not let the other part of me give into this.
So... I ended up starting about 5 minutes late (I had to feed the baby), cranked up the Pit Bull on my Ipod and rocked out as I walked it out. I found that I had more fun moving when I focused on the music and just walked to the beat. I kept grooving to the tunes and kept up the pace.
Though I was the last one to start and was pushing a cumbersome stroller with my 2.5 month old, I found myself passing people. First one, then two and then more and more.
I noticed that as the time went on, people seemed to be slowing down, but I kept with the music and made faces at my little guy and JUST KEPT GOING.
As I passed the finish line and heard my race number and name, I smiled and gave a cheesy wave. I did it!
I did it and I have to say... I think I actually enjoyed it!!
Maybe there will be more of this in the future...