Remember that run I didn’t intend to run? Yeah. Turns out my ability to not fulfill my expectations extends to doing things I didn’t think I was going to, in a positive way.
A few days before New Year’s, my Mom emailed me “Is there anyone from your house running on NYE?”
There are only two people in my house, and I’m pretty well known for not running, but my mother, ever the optimist, asked anyway.
And I surprised her by saying we’d both run.
So, while many people were dressing up to go to a New Year’s Eve party, I joined my family in dressing for a 5K.
It was the biggest race I’ve run since high school, and it was my first chipped race (which I was SUPER excited about). The weather was pleasant (OK, cold, but it was January, so not-frigid equals pleasant) and there were people lining the race path cheering and blowing party horns and wishing us a Happy New Year.
I wouldn’t say it was my fastest race ever, but I hit my goal at a solid 10-min mile (including that .1 mile at the end) and finished the race without walking.
My Dad and sisters finished the race approximately as I was crossing the 2-mile mark, and they circled back to cheer at the end.
And my Mom, ever the enthusiastic cheer-er, yelled and shouted and whooped and cheered as I came down the last stretch. Just like she always does.
After the race, my sisters came over to Nate and my house to ring in the New Year. It was 11:45 before everyone was showered and changed, made-up with hair and nails done, to have our own little party.