Two years ago a day like this last Saturday would never have crossed my mind. Never. Husband and I had started to run so I could start losing the baby weight and help deal with stress of losing my dad a few months prior. About two weeks in I broke my leg. A stress fracture of serious proportions and I was subsequently diagnosed with osteopenia (the precursor to osteoporosis.)
What a crazy time.
I was just trying to heal, build bone mass back up, and gain confidence not only in myself but also in the bones that carry me along.
Finally, this last January I had enough. I had to start doing something. I was the heaviest I had been. Ever. Time do something about it. For my family is nothing else. So, I started walking (Husband was still running and doing SO well) and we changed how we ate. Good thing started happening. Husband ran in the Pat's Run (4.2 miles) last year and wanted to do it again. He encouraged me to do it, too.
I was scared. For so many reasons. But finally I said I would do it and stepped up my time working out.
My goal going into the run was to NOT have 20 minute miles. Most of my workouts I averaged a 15-17 minute mile so I felt pretty good going into the race. Husband and I started together but because he runs I knew I would just find him at the finish line. It was a good challenge. Husband beat his goal time of 40 minutes by 2 minutes! I was so proud of him. I finished in 1 hour and 7 minutes. YAY!! I was pretty excited and may even attempt to do it again next year.
Our kids want to do the kids run next year. That will be fun.