Racing & Childbirth: Both Painfully Thrilling
I got back out there and ran my first race following injury, pregnancy and another injury.
I haven't been training so I signed up for "fun" - but those who know me, know I can't just run for "fun".
Come on, why would I do that?
So, with zero workouts under my belt and minimal mileage in the books - I set out to race a 10k.
Within the first half mile I knew it was going to hurt. A lot.
@ 1 mile I settled into a 6:30 pace and silently prayed I could hold it.
@ 1.5 miles - my shoe became untied.
I debated how long I should wait until stopping to tie it.
@ 2 miles - someone told me my shoe was untied. (Like I couldn't tell.)
@ 2.5 miles - I stopped to tie said shoe and caught back up to the group.
@ 3 miles - I thought - "OMG. It is so dang humid here."
@ 3.5 miles - I questioned why I was doing this. "I don't need to race, what is wrong with me?"
@4 miles - I cursed to myself. A lot.
@ 4.5 miles - I found it within myself to surge and left the group I had been running with. That felt good.
@ 5 miles - Motivation took over. Not too much further now.
@ 5.5 miles - I was reminded that I had a baby a year ago (bladder don't fail me now!)
Finish - I dug as deep as I could to spend everything I had left.
After I finished, I checked out my splits and was shocked that I held 6:30 pace throughout the entire race.
I found my little man, squeezed him tight and remembered why I love the thrill and the pain associated with racing.
It's like giving birth. A delivery synopsis could sound similar, right? Well, except for the part about the shoe becoming untied I guess.
During either event you question your own logic and intelligence, cursing the pain and exhaustion you signed up to endure. You talk to yourself. You coach yourself. You want to holler "uncle", but you can't. So, you push through the pain until the end. And then, moments after the event concludes, you completely forget the discomfort you just experienced and instead bask in the feeling of accomplishment and pride.
You even consider doing it again.
So, if runners are regarded as a little crazy for the pain they put themselves through - what does that make women who have children and run? Extra nutty?
I'm okay with that.