The last weekend in August I fulfilled a goal that I had set for myself...one that I would not have even dreamed of setting let alone fulfilling only a year ago. I have never been a highly competitive person when it comes to athletics. I was a swimmer for many years and played softball as a kid and then there was two seasons of intramural basketball (not much hope for a 5'2" girl) however I wouldn't have classified myself as the athletic type. I wasn't bad at sports...just not the best. I've had a few gym/YMCA memberships in my life only to cancel them because I wasn't using them.
When Josiah was 6 months old I had went to a Baby Boot Camp with a few friends. Baby Boot Camp is a program for mom's who are active that do not want to leave their baby in childcare while working out. The essential item is a jogging stroller because there is A LOT of running along with strength and endurance training. (Here's my plug to all mom's that a BOB Revolution jogger is the best thing ever!) The first time I went I could barely run without stopping for a gallon of water and almost needing someone to revive me...BUT I was having so much fun, even through the pain, that before I knew it I was running towards the front of the pack and actually enjoying it. Here is where my new found love/hate relationship with running was birthed.
I did my first 5K this past summer while pushing Josiah in the jogger. I did my first 10K a month later and was surprised how easy it was to run 6 miles, especially because I wasn't pushing an extra 40lbs. Now there was a lot of adrenaline involved, however it was totally addicting. I agreed to be on the Baby Boot Camp Hood to Coast (H2C) without really thinking too much about it. As time grew closer I was starting to get anxious and was wondering why would I commit to something like H2C. For those who do not know what H2C is...it's referred to the "mother of all relays". There are 1,000 teams that have 12 runners each...yes that is 12,000 runners!!!! Each team covers just under 200 miles from Mt. Hood to Seaside on the coast with each runner completing 3 of the 36 legs. My first leg was just under 4 miles downhill (a piece of cake), my second was 7.25 miles pretty much uphill in the dark (pretty crazy but totally fulfilling) and my last leg was a 6 miler that was through a coastal town (long but a nice last leg). For those of you not good with math...that's just over 17 miles in less than 24 hours! Not bad for someone who could barely run to the end of the driveway only 15 months before.
To my amazement I did it! I ran each of my legs without stopping to walk once. I was totally exhausted having only had an hour of sleep in 36ish hours but what an accomplishment! We, 12 running mamas, did it!! Would I do it again? Sure...it's like childbirth...I've already forgotten the pain and exhaustion.
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