Three years ago I was at Gasparilla observing my very first race. I think it was the half-marathon. I stood there watching people heavier than I
was run across the finish line and realized with tears streaming down my face
that there was no reason I couldn't run.
Two years ago I had run two other 5Ks but was nursing a knee injury and
couldn't run the Gasparilla 5K. I went
anyway and asked God why I couldn't run.
He said that I had walked about 20 minutes from my car to where I was
standing and some people can't even do that.
Last year I ran the Gasparilla 8K.
Three weeks ago I ran the 15K.
Will I run the half-marathon next year?
It was warm for February three weeks ago, even in Florida. The weather was also quite foggy. My phone does not much more than calls and texts, so I rarely use it to take pictures. I don't carry my camera with me on runs, though, so I had to use my phone to capture the foggy conditions on Bayshore Boulevard.
My friend and fellow Ragnar teammate Rusty also ran the
15K. At about the 8-mile mark (a 15K is
9.3 miles), I saw him standing in the middle of the street. He had decided to stop and wait for me so we
could run together. I had settled into
my comfortable slow pace and was slogging along. He took my hand and pulled me (mentally and
physically) the rest of the way. He made
me increase my pace and at one time I said I didn't think I could keep up that
pace because of the stitch in my side.
Somehow I did, though, and we crossed the finish line at 2:08. My actual time was 2:04:47, which gave me a
pace of 13:23 per mile, which is slightly faster than my average lately. If Rusty hadn't pushed/pulled me to increase
my pace, I would've finished much slower and been disappointed in my time. So thank you, Rusty, for pushing me to do
better!
He and his girlfriend, also a Ragnar teammate, left the race and went
skydiving. Sheesh! These athletes don't know when to quit, do
they?!nish line and realized with tears
streaming down my face that there was no reason I couldn't run. Two years ago I
had run two other 5Ks but was nursing a knee injury and couldn't run the
Gasparilla 5K. I went anyway and asked God why I couldn't run. He said I had
walked about 20 minutes from my car to where I was standing and some people
can't even do that. Last year I ran the Gasparilla 8K. Yesterday I ran the 15K.
Will I run the half-marathon next year?
My friend and fellow Ragnar teammate Rusty also ran the 15K. At
about the 8-mile mark (a 15K is 9.3 miles total) I saw him waiting in the
middle of the street for me. I had settled in to my comfortable slow pace and
was slogging along. He took my hand and pulled me (mentally, not physically)
the rest of the way. He made me increase my pace and at one time I said I
didn't think I could keep up that pace. Somehow I did, though, and we crossed
the finish line at 2:08. My actual time was 2:04:47, which gave me a pace of
13:23 per mile, which is slightly faster than my average lately. If Rusty
hadn't pushed/pulled me to increase my pace, I would've finished much slower
and been disappointed in my time. So thank you, Rusty, for pushing me to do
better!
He and his girlfriend, also a Ragnar teammate, left after the race and went
skydiving. Sheesh! These athletes don't know when to quit, do they?!
I posted the above on Facebook the day after the race and
here is Rusty's comment and then mine in response:
I give The Lord all the Credit for you told me are you more concerned about
your pace and time or more concerned about finishing race with a teammate that
needs you so don't give me the credit give the Lord all his credit and glory
for he's one Who turned me around to come back to you
Then I
thank God for telling you to turn around and come back to me and you for
listening and obeying.
