We started to run, but quickly turned it to light a jog. There were so many people and it was very hard to pass anyone. So we just took it easy.
“I am not sure if I am helping or if I am just pushing you along,” she joked.
Once we got off the track, we stopped for fruit snacks and a stretch. I mentally told myself to “lock it up” and I tried to take myself to a positive place.
“THIS IS AMAZING!” I said. “I feel great- these fruit snacks are really hitting the spot and this stretch feels great.”
“You guys..” I said. “Just go. Please just run ahead of me and get your personal best. I’m not sure we will make it.”
“Ashley, stop it!” Brittany said sternly. “If we wanted to run ahead of you, we would have stayed in our corral. We are staying beside you and we will finish together.”
I didn’t accept that answer.
“Brittany,” I said. “Seriously- if you can do better – do better – I just feel so bad and guilty – I want you to..”
“Ashley!” Brittany said. “Stop it – you are making me mad. I’ve made my decision.”
At that moment, we crossed the 10 mile marker.
And it was settled. We would finish together. But it was also during this moment that we realized we would not be getting a personal best. In fact, we would be cutting it close to even reach our time at the last race.
And I got really sad – How would I explain that I did better at a race when I was limping in pain, had bruised ribs, and scraps on my body?
We walked the final 3 miles, but made sure we were always running before and slightly after a mile marker. When we weren’t talking, I was trying to answer that question in my head the whole time.
We got to victory mile. It didn’t feel like much of a victory for me. I felt defeated. Weak. Discouraged. I was holding back tears the whole time. I felt like I let not only myself and running partners down, but everyone who donated. I told myself I should have trained harder and gave it more.
We ran the final quarter mile. I’m not sure what I looked liked when I crossed the finish line. I wanted to smile through my pain, but it was even harder knowing I didn’t have my husband to run to and friends to hug on the sidelines. Thank goodness I had Britt & Lexi there to make me smile and laugh. Our afternoon was a little crazy after the race, but looking back – I can’t help but smile. I’m so glad they never gave up on me….
If I would have wrote this blog immediately after the race, it would have been awful. I was miserable – not only did I feel sore physically- I was an emotional wreck.
But the moment I reached for my phone, I couldn’t help but be inspired! SO many people left comments on my split time status updates! I had messages of encouragement and pride written on my wall. People told me I was such an inspiration and that I did such a great job. YOU ARE ALL AMAZING. Thank you so much – for every comment, text and phone call – you all truly made a huge difference.
When I went to lunch at McAllister’s, the manager gave me a discount for wearing my medal in. He didn’t ask me what my time was once. He simply gave me a big smile, huge high-five and told me great job!
Even better, I came home to an inspiring video my husband left me. He reminded me that I can’t beat myself up after every single race. You’ll always have a better or worse time- it gives you motivation to do better in the future. With tears streaming down my face, he closed by saying this: “Nobody cares about the time you ran – no one donated money to you beating your last time- everyone is proud of you and that is what everyone thinks.” ♥
Later that night, I went out with my friends for Delanie’s bachelorette party.
And I proudly wore my medal out all night long.
I view those 13.1 miles on Saturday as acceptance. I am accepting that I have my work cut out for me in the future. However, I am also accepting the fact that I accomplished something huge. I still beat 10,000 other people. I still finished. I still ran / walked / limped with heart across that finish line.