I got two shots on Friday and was told probably I should not run. But I did! My sweet husband even got up at 5:30 this morning to give me a hug and tell me how proud of me he was. I ran the whole time this time without walking an inch. It was raining but not cold. It was a pretty level coarse and I felt okay until mile 3. Karen would run up to me and say are you OK? I would just nod. I was in a zone and I took in my IPOD illegally, so I was jamming. I knew I was wheezing a little bit but Karen could hear it from behind me. The last 1/4 of a mile my hands were tingling and I knew I needed to finish. And as all good races it ended uphill. With all that being said, rain, shots, sick, hills and wheezing I finished 2 minutes under my last race time. I was disappointed because I can do it 4 minutes under that but I was proud of myself for not walking.
Sweet part of the race, I have written and said, it is my race no one can do it for me. And I have really felt like I have been running this race since July. I have lost 32 pounds and have taken full credit for it when I should not have. Today I learned a lesson. On mile three it was not just me running that race, it was me and God. I prayed he would carry me across that finish line and help me finish. As soon as I started praying my IPOD skipped the next song and went to Bring the Rain by Mercy Me. He carried me.