A year. It’s been a year since my very first road race. A year since I pinned on the first of a handful of numbers to run with a herd of other people who were very clearly “runners.”
It’s been a year since my friend Sharon said, “I’ll run with you and keep you company.” It’s been a year since that friendship really started.
I never in a million years would have expected to still be running after the Princess Half, but here I am, three weeks away from running ANOTHER half at Disney and four months away from running the Glass Slipper Challenge at Disney.
Today I ran with a Melissa, my new running buddy who will train alongside me for the 2014 Princess Half. We stuck it out together today and finished the race in an ALMOST sub 40:00 time. Eight seconds shy. But that’s ok. There’s always next time, right?
And it was a victory for me because last time I ran that course? I finished and had to lay on the ground to keep from throwing up.
Tomorrow I see the rheumatologist. We’ll see what they say about the wear and tear this has all had on my joints. I feel good. My swelling is controlled. My joints and body only talk back to me when I forget my medicine or the weather acts up or you know, I run 13 miles. But isn’t that better than sitting on the couch? I think so.
It’s really amazing the difference a year makes.