Saturday morning I ran a 5k. The race was in honor of a beautiful little girl, Taylor Caffrey. When she was three she was diagnosed with Pulmonary Hypertension. She lost her battle with PH when she was four and a half. Listening to her mother speak before our race started was heartbreaking.
It hurt to hold back the tears.
I will never be able to imagine what losing a child feels like.
Taylor had a twin sister and she is so adorable.
Hearing the family's story made me so grateful I was able to be involved in such a great cause.
It was well worth the little amount I paid to enter the race but it was so much more than that.
The feeling of knowing that your measly pennies are going to further research medicine and getting closer to finding a cure.
We can be as safe as possible and promise our children to always protect them from harms that may come their way but when it comes to illnesses and battles like the one Taylor had to face, it is out of our hands.
The feeling of helplessness breaks my heart.
Knowing that it can happen to anyone, that it could possibly happen to one of my boys.
I pray with everything I have in me that nothing happens to my precious children. As much as I'd like to protect them from everything bad, I can't. I know this.
Whatever may come our way, I pray that I have the strength to keep pushing.
This is my before the race photo. My goal time was 27 minutes. Lately my 5k's have been ranging in between 24 1/2 minutes to 27 minutes depending on when my knee wants to be nice to me. I thought I'd give myself some leeway and make 27 minutes my goal time.
And this was my after photo. I know, it's not pretty but I finished.
I was a little upset that I finished in 30:44 but that's the negative nelly in me. I'm a little too competitive and need to stop being so hard on myself.
I didn't prepare myself for the hills and there were big inclines during this race.
I felt like there was so much resistance with each incline and my legs were definitely feeling it.
I know that this is what I'll be working on this week.
After my race with my Lovey. He woke up at the butt crack of dawn after only sleeping a few hours to come support me. It really means a lot to me. I love the encouragement and the support.
This is Sophie. She has a great story herself. She started her weight loss journey before I met her so I'll have to get the details from her. She works at the hospital my credit union I work for is located.
She has lost over 70 lbs and this is our second race we've run together.
The whole feel of the 5k was amazing.
People really do come together to make big differences in the world.
Newsrooms and broadcasters like to highlight the bad things that happen in the world but it's great to get out in our own communities and see that there are people all around us making big strides to change the world one step at a time.
My first run ever was in February and I now have three under my belt. 2 5k's and a 10k. I have two more small runs scheduled before my half marathon in July.
Some days are easier than others and I am realizing that I need to soak up all the training I'm doing. Instead of beating myself up, I need to applaud every small run regardless of my time.
I need to forget about the time and enjoy the scenery I pass up and miss while running.
I'm learning day by day that my backyard and my surroundings are beautiful. I need to soak it all up.
What are some things you feel like you beat yourself up for?
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Enjoy your week!