Ryan House is for children what Hospice of the Valley is for adults. It offers palliative and end of life care for children, and it also offers respite for families who might just need a bit of a break from the 24-7 requirements of severely ill and special needs children. It's a wonderful facility that can offer families the quality of care that they need regardless of the situation. My friend Christie takes advantage of Ryan House's respite opportunities for her daughter Sadie, and Ryan House is also where Lily passed away in December. While I have had no dealings with it, Ryan House certainly has made an impact on the lives of my friends and, as such, an impact on my heart. The least I can do is participate in its yearly fundraiser.
The event has a half marathon, an 10K, and a 5K as well as a 1-mile walk (participants can also walk the other distances if they so choose). Initially, I had hoped to train for the half marathon, but after that overuse business back in December, I knew that I'd need to stick with the 10K. Christie and Alicia were joined by Sadie and Alicia's son Jacob in the 5K, which they walked (check out a pic of all of us here).
Perhaps the most exciting aspect of this year's race was that this race bib was the first I've had that had my name on it. It's the small things.
757 - I believe I can fly! |
Y u no takez mee tooday, Mom? |
By the time I was at the starting line, the sun was above the hills. |
The course was the same as it had been two years ago, starting off flat for like five seconds before The Never-Ending Hill of Horrors. Two years ago, I had to walk part of the way, not having properly prepared. This year, now that I've been making the trails part of my weekly routine, my legs were far less rebellious, and I completed the entire race without stopping for a walk.
My shins still hurt a bit into the second mile, but I focused my mind on a few words instead of the discomfort:
"I am the tortoise; fear is the hare."
I'd love to be faster or be able to go farther sooner, but I don't run to beat anyone but myself and my doubts. While I want to be cautious and smart with my training, if I stopped to walk, it was only because I was afraid of something. Fear was out front that morning, and I was lagging behind.
"I am the tortoise; fear is the hare."
After a while, I realized that I hadn't felt my shins in a while. I'd kind of zoned out, but my shins didn't hurt anymore. Unfortunately, I'd slowed my pace more than I would have liked while I was in that zone, so I picked up the pace from there on out.
I finished with a slower time than I did two years ago, but I finished feeling stronger and better than after that previous race, too, and the knowledge that I didn't stop to walk made the 7 1/2 extra minutes worth it. Now that I'm a stronger runner, I can refocus on becoming a healthier one again, too.
I mean, heck, I even had the energy to take the most flattering self-portrait ever after I was back in the car:
Shexaaaaaaay! |
- Chip time: 1:05:26
- 136th (of women)
- 27th (of age group)
- 242nd (overall)
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