Today officially marks 1 year since I've started participating in local 5Ks and other races, and what better way to celebrate by running in a 5K. I didn't anticipate this groin strain and the amount of time it is taking to heal when I originally signed up for this race, but it's getting stronger, and I wasn't going to miss this race for the world.
It was a beautiful, sunny morning in the 70s with a breeze (which later turned to wind--rough to run against, but it felt good to cool down). I settled in at a pace that was pushing it, yet comfortable enough as to not strain my injury. It was fun, calming, and I cheered my running friends along as they looped around the turning point.
By the time I saw the finish line, I felt strong enough to go a little faster, and so I did (it was not a sprint even though I desperately wanted to). I crossed the finish line with my arms in the air and happily accepted a water. I walked it off, pulled out my phone, and--shock, elation, and a torrent of emotions filled my senses.
I placed 3rd in my category! I thought I'd never see a medal again. The sheer, misty-eyed joy that ran through me was indescribable. It's given me much needed hope: there is light at the end of an injured tunnel. I will get through this.
After the initial shock, I met up with my running friends, and of course, we partook in the free beer. Running + beer = life.
It was such a wonderful race, and I am not going to stop anytime soon.