(Danette, Bridge, Roxy [30 weeks pregnant], & Charie)
Saturday I participated in the 5K of the Salt Lake City Marathon. I am proud of myself. I had multiple occasions to bail out on participating, but I didn’t.
Reasons I had to bail:
• I hurt my knee pretty bad in February in a skiing accident that happened when I avoided crashing into a small child who cut me off, and I had to stop training.
• I hate running. Puke Puke Puke!
• Both my son and daughter had soccer games at 9:00 AM and my husband had to coach my daughter. Who was going to watch my son?
• I had to wake up at 4:00 FREAKING AM to get to SLC. I am NOT a morning person.
• Did I mention I hate running?
• I almost ran out of gas on the way there.
• A cop passed me in a 55 mph zone when I was going 80 on my way to SLC. Construction zone I might add.
Why I didn’t bail:
• I miss my college roomies.
• Because I am NOT a wimp even though my husband calls me one.
• Because I got my mom to watch my son at his game so he had someone to cheer him on. He made TWO goals!
• Because Nyquil and 3 beers lets you go to bed at 9 PM if you take them together. Even if you usually go to bed at midnight. (I do not recommend this! Whatever… I totally do. Um, maybe I don’t? HEHE.)
• I drive a Toyota Corolla (1994 Yeah!) and it will drive forever on fumes.
• The cop passed me, whew, and then I followed it! /wink
• I REALLY miss my college roomies.
So how did I actually do?
I ran 2 of the 3.1 miles. Next time I will run all 3.1.
I finished in less than the 45 minutes I had hoped for. I have no idea on my time… I just know it was less than 45 minutes.
I am REALLY sore right now. I have a hard time walking down stairs. This wouldn’t have been a problem if I would have trained for it more. My poor husband rubbed my legs on HIS birthday.
I have to say that I had so much fun running the 5k. I actually started crying the second we started running. I was so happy just to be a included again with these friends. I am actually crying AGAIN just writing this.
I’ll tell you why…
Well first of all… Jess and Al have been my friends forever, but I have never lived with them….
During my sophomore year in college I moved out and moved in with some roomies I worked with. Well the first roomies were NOT good roomies to live with. One got pregnant within a few months, and one was “dealing” out of our house. Let’s just say I didn’t live there long. My boyfriend (now husband) suggested I move in with these girls I had gone to high school with. I didn’t think they would want me to live with them considering I considered them very popular while I was not. I was totally surprised when they said yes. Not only did I get along with them, but they accepted me as I was.
I live in Utah. I drink alcohol and coffee. I am usually NOT accepted by a majority of the population.
Yet I was.
One of my roommates, Charie, even went on a LDS mission at the end of when I lived with her. This poor girl had to bang on my door when I was having sex with my boyfriend (now husband) so I would STFU. Yeah. We totally talked about this on Saturday too.
My poor roomies.
So anyways, I started crying at the beginning of the race, and tonight when I thought of how thankful I am that these girls were in my life. I am so excited that they have all started their own blogs and I can now enjoy reading about their families.
Charie: Thank you for always being nice to me and for accepting me as I am. From the first time I met you I always felt accepted.
Roxy: Thank you for showing me how one can take hard decisions and make your life better for it. I need to make decisions like you do.
Danette: Thank you for being shy. From you I learned a lot of how to make people feel welcome and safe. This sounds weird… but thank you.
Sarah: Even though you were missing from the 5k… I want to tell you that I appreciated you for teaching me that one can love entirely.
You can read about their takes on the 5k here, here and here!
