As I said in my last post. I was excited to do the race. As an athlete my whole life it was pretty frustrating to be so fat that I couldn't even compete in anything. My health had consumed me. it had controlled my ability to do the things I wanted.
It's funny that every week i keep dropping weight. Small and large drops. But that doesn't matter. As long as I am losing I am happy. It also great to feel healthy.
Saturday morning I was nervous. Not too nervous like I am usually but just enough. There were a ton of people there. I think they said over 8,000 people running the 8k. Starting the race kind of sucked. Thee were a ton of walkers ahead of my corral (who shouldn't of been) and a bunch of run-walkers. Both them of them made it really difficult to keep a pace. I just tried to listen to my music and concentrate on myself. Because of my foot injury I wasn't able to get up to 4 miles in my training. But when I hit the 4 mile marker and saw my family I felt awesome. I knew I had ran farther than I have in a very long time. As I ran past my family, I gave my future daughter our secret handshake that I give her on my wife's belly everyday. I know she knew it was me. It felt awesome. I knew I was doing this for her too. So I can be the healthy dad she needs.
But more importantly I FELT FREE. For the first time in a long time I felt free. It was awesome. I felt like I could run forever (probably not the smartest idea though).
As I finished it felt amazing. I had accomplished something I didn't think was possible even 6 months ago.
I got to have one beer and then we headed to my kids baseball tournament. Non stop all weekend.
Side Note: I EARNED 27 ACTIVITY POINTS ON SATURDAY. 27!!!