No inspiring or funny quote for this one folks. We’re just going to cut to the chase.
July 20th, 2019, the morning of what was supposed to be my first 5k.
I had a hard time sleeping the night before because I’m an anxious person and was beginning to fret about how I would complete 3.1 miles without stopping. I woke up a few times throughout the night panicking about what time it was and how many hours I had left before I felt like I HAD to run this race.
My alarm went off around 6:45am to ensure enough time to actually wake up and get ready to head to New Ulm where my boyfriend and I would be running the race.
I woke up to a text from my mom saying “Are you sure the race is still on? Do you hear it storming out there?”
I WAS THRILLED!! It was thundering, pouring, and lightening so much you guys, I swear this was my saving grace, it had to have been God’s way of telling me I wasn’t meant to be a runner.
I was convinced to still head to the Civic Center and be there just in case the weather cleared up. So, we went.
As we’re sitting in the parking lot in my car to avoid the rain and storm that was happening, I feverishly continued to check all of the sites and radio stations that were in charge of calling off the race. With a short 15 minutes until the projected start time, we decided to go inside the Civic Center and get checked-in just in case we would actually have to run this thing.
Well guess what?
I swear at 7:55, 5 minutes before the start time of the race, the clouds cleared and the storm was no where in sight. YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS UP.
I was overwhelmed with anger, fear, anxiety, nerves, and a little bit of excitement in the mix too. It was happening. I was going to run this race. We were going to run this race together.
This post is getting pretty long so snag the next one if you want to hear the details of those painful 3.1 miles 🙂
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