I ran a 5k this morning. I’ve come to that place where I’m not nervous before most races. I know I can do it. I’ve already proven it to myself.
Today, however, was the first race that I truly ran in honor of someone.
I sure miss this lady. I really wish she could see me. See my beautiful babies (she would love them:), see how happy we are living in her house, see that I’m a
mostly good person, who really tries to follow the amazing example she set.
For whatever reason, that sticker on my chest really kept me thinking about Grandma V as I was climbing the hills (only a few) and passing other runners (only a few;).
I “pinked it up” as best I could and got to the starting line with minutes to spare.
There was enough time, however, for a picture with some colleagues. Renee, don’t be mad at me for sharing this photo…
And we were off! I didn’t have a PR, but I was happy with my pace and, of course, happy to cross the finish line, especially with my kiddos and Matty B there to cheer me on.
And I’ve done all of these things…
And I know Grandma V would be proud.
Also, I didn’t break my ankle like last year so that’s a bonus…