I am still beaming two weeks after my race. I felt exhilarated and confident. Running has given me so much. It has become a moving meditation, an effective weapon in my self-care toolbox, and a new-found respect for my body. I can do so much more physically than I ever thought. I am an athlete, and I am still a sprinter at heart. My friend to the right of me in the picture was one of my pace partners throughout our ten week training class at PRO.
As someone who is wound very tight, I entered race day, feeling excited, nervous and calm all at the same time. Meredith, my pace partner, and I ran nearly the entire race together. I felt really easy and free. I talked most of the race, so I knew that the pace we had set was comfortable. Once we got into the stadium, Meredith told me to kick it in gear if I had anything left. I had been practicing sprinting the last 100 yards or so on our group runs. I knew that I had a quarter-mile left, but my legs felt really fresh. I just opened up my stride and sprinted. I felt like I was flying. I passed up quite a few people who kicked my competitive juices into gear even more. I had forgotten how much I loved to really sprint.