The morning could not have been more perfect this past Saturday. A tad chilly, but not so much so, that it was horrible to have to stand it. Believe me, it wasn’t long before I removed my light jacket and tied it around my waist from overheating.
The last two days, I have been pretty sore. But that’s because I didn’t have time to train and build myself up for the race and that long three mile course.
In the end, every ache and pain, every muscle strain, and every Advil popped (or muscle relaxant rubbed in) was well worth it.
Because my oldest daughter, who’s twelve, and I helped promote a wonderful thing. Organ/Tissue/Eye Donation. And all of the proceeds pulled in from registration, and from private donations went to Donate Life (Virginia chapter), to LifeNet, and to other programs that educate and bring awareness to the need for Organ Donors. And also some is set aside to help aid financially, the patients that have little to no health insurance to help pay some of their transplant surgery bill.
When all was said and done, my daughter came in at 276 out of 330 runners. She clocked in at just under forty minutes. As for the old lady (me!) I came in at 321 of 330 runners, with a clocked time of just under fifty-one minutes. I haven’t done something like this in over twenty years, so getting in within under an hour, for me was a HUGE feat. Especially when you consider, I have a lung that barely works, thanks to birth defects, and the left lung carries most of the work of two.
Now, it is looking like NEXT April, it’s not just going to be myself and my daughter. But also my husband and our son. My youngest will have to be watched by someone and then me or Dad will take her for a Youth Mini-Mile run that they place for the kids ages one through like 12.
As I got to the turnaround/halfway point, I admit it, I cried. But not because I was hurting. It was because I was half way through accomplishing my goals. Of honoring my mom, my Donor and their family. And I was secretly wishing my Mom was still here to see it all.
Then I cried as I was nearing the finish line. Because I caught a glimpse of the time clock and noticed I came in UNDER my personally-appointed time limit. And because I pushed against EVERY limitation I was given (to my parents) as a baby and a young kid. I pushed through feeling like my lung was about to drop to my stomach on that last part of the home stretch. I accomplished what I said I would. And that was to see the whole course through. And I did just that.
Here’s pictures from the race that a photographer had taken throughout the entire run. Thanks to him, I was able to see really how my daughter had done.