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When I was pregnant with Declan, I decided that I want to run a 5k after we had him. Before the snow flew. Because we had three kids and I wanted to do something for me.
I was going to run one in August with my sister, but it was a pretty big one, cost a lot of money, and needed "spectator passes" for Mike and the kids. The sheer logistics gave me hives. So that didn't feel like a good fit. My friend Beth has been running too. So we decided to do a 5k together and found a nice little race in S-town at the community center. Cheap, easy, the hubbies could bring the kids. Much better fit.
It was all coming up roses until Declan was still not sleeping through the night in September so my getting up early to run before work was suffering [non-existent]. Then I got my rear in gear and started using my lunch break at work to hit the treadmill. But I would only go a mile or so because I didn't want to have to take a shower ... or smell. And then a respiratory plague hit my house. So sleeping went out the window as four of the five Vs coughed all night long. And then Beth hurt her foot.
We debated bailing on the race and both decided we would be more disappointed to give up than to go slowly. Saturday morning found us jogging/power walking a lovely route around town. Spoiler alert: I was the one Vanneste not coughing all night. But as I was jogging, I discovered that my lungs were a little compromised by the bug as well. I walked more than I wanted to, but jogged more than I walked. And finished at just over 38 minutes. So slow. But finished. And finishing was the goal.
Beth and I had a good time and are looking forward to doing more of these together. And the bar is pretty low to achieve improvement on my time by spring.
However, I'm still really proud that I did it at four months postpartum. And my girls were running races all weekend. Because they are proud of me and want to be like me. Two successes with one three mile event!