Confession: I’ve had lots of emotions since Friday
Confession: most of them surprised me
Pre and post race moments were great. I loved that I had friends there. I loved the fireworks and the end result of being under an hour. What I feel I those moments I USED to feel about walking.
I don’t have those feelings for a race anymore. I was so intense about the walking and the breathing and the moving that I didn’t stop and enjoy it. I didn’t stop and get a hug from a dear friend. I had many people post race tell me they saw me and waved but I wasn’t looking.
Confession: that made me feel worse
I was not in the moment. I was on a mission, a mission of proof. Proof to others that I can still do this. Proof to myself that I don’t give up.
Confession: I made the right decision not doing the second race.
My foot was on fire and my hip ached and I felt as though I would do myself a detriment if I tried.
Instead… I decided to be with an amazing woman
Confession: I see the difference between the moments now
I’ve got one 5k left in October and then I’m done. I would rather do activity where I enjoy the moment rather than something that gives me a medal at the end but that I don’t enjoy.