Last year was my first 5k. I was 2 months (and I think one week) post op. I had been walking since surgery, starting with 1 mile and building up until I could complete 3.2.
The day we did the 5k, I was 50 pounds down, weighing in at 277. I finished the race in 53 minutes, as a walker. And it was awesome.
Today I am 195, so 80 pounds lighter. I haven't walked or timed myself since last year, so I was hoping to shave off at least 4 minutes.
Today I walked the 5k in 43 minutes! Ten minutes faster than last year!
Let me give you the story, now that you have the stats.
We got there and I was feeling good. Nervous. But good. Once we took the obligatory Amy/Tracey modeling shots, we lined up and the race started. I encouraged Tracey to actually leave me and walk as fast as he could (he can't run bc of his knee). I wanted him to beat one of male coworkers who is also a walker. So Tracey took off walking like a bat out of hell and I lost sight of him in about 4 minutes.
Now it was just me and my brain. No iPod. No music.
I was walking as fast as my stubby little legs could take me. I would see a skinny person walking in front of me, get them in my crosshairs, and try to catch them. Oh...I caught them. And then I passed them.
Buh Buh Skinny Person.
On to the next one. And that is how I progressed. I couldn't believe I was passing people. People that looked like they actually walked once in awhile to stay in shape.
I chatted with them of course as I passed. Making little jokes to make them giggle. I didn't want to crush their spirit...as I stomped their ass into the ground.
Do you know what kept me motivated? Zumba. Stop signs. And you. First, I kept telling myself that I was not yet as winded as Zumba makes me...so I knew I could give more. Second, everytime I saw a stop sign, I thought the universe was using reverse psychology on me...taunting me. I said OH NO YOU DON'T UNIVERSE! I am not stopping. So I started going faster. And then there was you guys. I kept repeating, "Bloggers, Bloggers, Bloggers...you are doing this for the bloggers".
I will tell you that the longest part of any race is the last mile. Sweet mother of longevity...it seems to never end. Well, I lit whatever fire there was left under my ass and started walking so fast I thought I might fall over.
I crossed that finish like strong, happy, and smiling. I took third in my age group.
Tracey took Master Male...which in 5k lingo means the second fastest male out of ALL the male walkers!
Let us take a look at the photographic evidence. This first montage is me last year. I think you can click on it to make it bigger.
The "hold your number" pose.