I am not the most athletic person in the world. I am clutzy and awkward and have a gait from my cerebral palsy. I have struggled with severe anemia. And broken bones (one dominant hand, four years ago on Monday; one right ankle, two years ago come late August).
I vowed to get in shape before I turned 40 because of the lessons these ailments taught me. How quickly strength deteriorates. How weakness can sap energy and leave you a tired heap. How walking becomes impossible if I let myself go.
I changed my eating habits. My exercise habits. I seriously started weight training.
I tried to motivate my teen daughter to be active.
And in the height of my fitness craze, I admitted to my girlfriend that someday I wanted to run a 5K. Not walk. Run.
Two years later, she signed me up for one. Training started well, in my half-hearted lazy way. These were my best times: 41:47.91, 41.45.88, 38:51.28.
Two months out from the race my daughter and I got sick with the weirdest head cold.
Regained my strength from that, and tried to go for my second, outdoor, three-mile run. I got caught in a snow squall. Between the cold, the oscillating snow and sun, and my sheer out-of-shapedness, I surrendered at two miles.
Finally, a few days later, I was ready to get out there and do it. I dropped a 15-pound dumbbell on my toe.
It’s not broken.
But I’m not running on it.
This race is going to kill me.
2 thoughts on “Less than one month out”
You can do it, You are stronger then you think girl. Even if you don’t make the whole run YOU GAVE YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD. LOL.
Oh my gosh that looks painful!! Keep it up though, you’ll get there.