The day started out like any other, but at about noon my stomach was in knots. Most of the nervousness stemmed from the obvious fear: what if I didn't make it, and had to quit before the end? I knew I was prepared for two miles, but I hadn't done three yet.
My older brother and his family showed up around 9pm to walk with me, and the hustle and bustle of getting ready for the event ensued. All that day I had been receiving texts and social media posts of friends and family in other states that were doing 5K runs or walks in my behalf.
For all of you that did that, I can't thank you enough. You have no idea how motivating it was for me to see this support. Also, for all those that came to the actual race, thank you so much. It was so good for me to have people there to have my back (literally, if necessary).
I started the race at 11pm, 15 minutes before the rest of the runners. The head start was necessary, as my injuries were already starting to ache by mile 2. My brother walked by my side, being a crutch of sorts when needed, and my niece pushed along my wheelchair next to us. It was about 25 degrees that night, and I questioned my sanity a few times for wanting to do this event.
I am happy to say that my fears were unwarranted, and I completed the 3.1 mile walk. I came in two minutes after midnight, but did the whole thing with frosty breath and no use of the wheelchair. I consider that a win.
I also got to meet the sweet family of the man that hit me. My eyes were opened to how much families are affected by poor choices people make. I was so touched that they wanted to be a part of it. It was such a cool feeling to show them I didn't hold them responsible, and for them to show me they didn't approve of his actions.Here are some of the many photos I was sent that day for motivation, and below these are two song links for the post:
These two songs were running (no pun intended) through my head the whole night:
Time to Run by Lord Huron
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
