I Ran For A Pie

But I didn’t get one. And that’s okay. ‘Cause the prize was finishing another 5K without stopping to walk, and not the apple pies they awarded to those who finished under 24 minutes. I trotted across the finish line after 37 minutes - not even close to pie-worthy, and definitely not my best time, either. But again, that’s okay. I ran it to prove to myself that while I may have backslid in a big way this year, I can still do something I never dreamed of at my heaviest weight – JOG. Granted, there were SO many times I wanted to stop. I just kept telling myself, "At least do a mile. You can do a mile." Then once I made it to the first mile-marker, I said to myself again, "at least run half the race, you can do half." I set small goals for myself throughout the race like that, and before I knew it, I had done two miles and couldn't see the point of quitting once I'd made it that far. I was thrilled with having been able to do it, and I'm thinking of signing up for another one next month.