I am having fun taking on challenges and crushing them. My boyfriend, who happens to be my workout partner in crime, decided to do the Hot Chocolate 15k. We want to do a marathon next year, so we need to get some mileage and races in. We really didn’t have much prep time for actual running because we just did the Men’s Health Urbanathlon on October 15th. But I figured, this isn’t that different. We were able to get a couple runs in the 3 weeks between events (6 miles and 7 miles) and we figured the rest would be mental. Our cardio is pretty good and we live in the gym…this should be cake, right?
Well today was the day. The sun was shining, the air was a bit crisp, the wind was light, and it was around 40 degrees. Pretty awesome day for a run. Now I will be honest though, I am NOT made for this weather. My butt (and feet) were FREEZING, especially while we were waiting around to start. Once we finally started, my feet felt like I was running on rock slab shoes. It took 2 miles before my feet thawed out and then my right foot started cramping up around mile 3. Oh, did I mention I was also sick! This morning I was blowing out mucus and blood. Sexy, huh? And as I was running I had to keep blowing my nose. But regardless of all of that, I was friggin’ determined to finish this race. We had 9.32 miles to finish and I wasn’t stopping. (Ok, actually I had to stop to massage my foot…and there was this hill at mile 9 where I needed a quick break.) In all, it took us 99 minutes to finish the race. Not bad in my opinion, considering I am fairly new to this and I would not consider myself a runner.
I am so ready for more black people to get involved in this stuff. I recently joined a group called Black Girls Run and a few of us met up at the start line. There were a few more black people mixed in here and there, but we all deserve to feel the sense of accomplishment that comes with crossing the finish line. The only way to finish is to just start. Choose a small race like a 5k and just start training. I didn’t grow up doing this stuff. I became athletic one step at a time and by actually trying. Join the movement peeps! It feels good at the finish line!