Monday, March 29, 2004
Yesterday was the Carlsbad 5000 and DH ran it. It had world class and olympic runners from all over the US participate and is great fun to watch these men and women fly through the course.
DH is in the 40+ group that races first and he wanted to hang around and watch a couple of the other races, so the next up was the women's 40+ group. We watched the start and trotted over to the finish line to watch that. Before we left the start line I "memorized" some of the women I saw running just to see how they finished.
Now the emotional part! The ones I watched weren't the olympic contenders. They were "me" and they were the "old" women.
When we went over to the finish line I started watching for them to turn the final corner and I started crying! Buckets. Uncontrollable, snot running, crying! DH at first thought I was nuts. When I finally got myself under control where I could talk coherently, I explained that I was so ashamed of myself for not at least trying to do what they were doing, but that I had just, at that very moment, realized I was afraid to try to do it by myself. (okay, here come the tears again)
About that time here comes this woman who had to weigh at least as much as me, if not more, trotting around the corner and she was crying, and she had a friend running next to her telling her to keep going, not to stop, she was almost to the finish line. There were so many women who were just "doing it" and you should have heard the applause.
When I said something to DH he told me he'd run with me. I made a joke about his race being before the women's and that he was only saying that he'd run because he knew I'd be so slow that he wouldn't have to be worried about being too tired. He looked at me and said "No, I'd run with you to encourage you to go faster."
So, I guess I have my first fitness goal.
DH is in the 40+ group that races first and he wanted to hang around and watch a couple of the other races, so the next up was the women's 40+ group. We watched the start and trotted over to the finish line to watch that. Before we left the start line I "memorized" some of the women I saw running just to see how they finished.
Now the emotional part! The ones I watched weren't the olympic contenders. They were "me" and they were the "old" women.
When we went over to the finish line I started watching for them to turn the final corner and I started crying! Buckets. Uncontrollable, snot running, crying! DH at first thought I was nuts. When I finally got myself under control where I could talk coherently, I explained that I was so ashamed of myself for not at least trying to do what they were doing, but that I had just, at that very moment, realized I was afraid to try to do it by myself. (okay, here come the tears again)
About that time here comes this woman who had to weigh at least as much as me, if not more, trotting around the corner and she was crying, and she had a friend running next to her telling her to keep going, not to stop, she was almost to the finish line. There were so many women who were just "doing it" and you should have heard the applause.
When I said something to DH he told me he'd run with me. I made a joke about his race being before the women's and that he was only saying that he'd run because he knew I'd be so slow that he wouldn't have to be worried about being too tired. He looked at me and said "No, I'd run with you to encourage you to go faster."
So, I guess I have my first fitness goal.