So, on Sunday, I ran the Race for the Cure. I did awesome. Yeah, I’m saying it. I kicked some ass. You know, as much ass as a 30-something chubby mother of three can kick…
But here’s the thing. I didn’t do it to be first. Or second. Or even in the top 50%.
I did it for the reasons I blogged before: to prove that I could, to be healthy, to be a role model for my girls. And this time, I also ran it for my grandmother, Aline Joye, who died of breast cancer.
And it felt awesome.
It also felt awesome to run this race with my friends. Unlike the Rothman, which I ran by myself, this time I had three amazing women racing with me. I think it was the first 5k for all of us. Two of my team signed up just a few days before. And we all finished. I am really proud of all of us.
So what’s next?
I’ve always planned to do a marathon before I turn 40. And 40 isn’t quite as far away as it used to be. I’m planning on running the half marathon in November. Who knows what will happen before then… My friend, Suzanne, is itching to get out there and do her next run soon. I plan to be along for the, er, run.
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I’m itching too!! I can’t stop telling people that I finished a 5k in 30 mins!