These, ladies & gents, are the race results from this past weekend’s 5K. I went looking for them because I really just wanted to know what my official time was seeing as how I totally wasn’t paying attention the day of, I was just so excited to finish. In the end, I finished in 47 minutes and 40 seconds, which came out to an average mile time of 15:23. And, yes, last place.
But guess what? I don’t care. In fact, I’m thrilled. Because seeing my name and those numbers in black and white is proof that with enough destination, determination, deliberation, you can do anything. I ran a 5K. This bears repeating because at the beginning of the year, this would have been impossible. Not only impossible, it’s not something I would have even considered. Me? Run? 3.1 miles? Puh-leeze. But I did it and have the race results to prove it. As my cousin Matt said on Facebook: You can’t get scored if you don’t compete. Iron Men that finish last are still Iron Men. I’ve already signed up for my second 5K and I’m considering one in my hometown at the end of August that is part of the new football stadium celebrations (if any Stars Hollow alum want to join me!). As for the numbers above, well, they are just that: numbers.
While we’re at it, though, let’s throw out some other random numbers.
Like, oh, I don’t know. 6. Because I only started running 6 months ago. And, okay, so, 6 x 3 is 18 and 18 months ago I weighed 311 lbs. 15 is the number of inches of hair I had cut off and 91 is how many pounds I’ve lost thus far. I’m 9 pounds away from 100 and my bra size is a 38.
See? Just numbers. They don’t have any meaning when take out of context. Like, say, a race results list. They don’t tell the story of how far I’ve come. If anything, they just tell the story of where I still have yet to go. I mean, think about it, start on the bottom and it’s all uphill from here.
Just, y’know, not actual hills, please. I already did that once and would appreciate a slightly flatter terrain next time around, thankyouverymuch.
Love from the ashes,