CruiseBoundnKY
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- Oct 8, 2006
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Well it didn't go exactly how I had envisioned it. Woke up to a rainy cold front. 68 outset and pouring. Was kind of relieved since I found out last night the race was going down main street where I live and know lots of people just before the parade comes. Ugh!!!! I didn't want to do my first with the whole world watching. But go bold, or go home.
My stomach was in knots. I took two tums and drank a little milk with a piece of toast.
Got there and hadn't thought that the rain would keep most of the walkers home. Agh!!! About 20 of us showed. I was def the heaviest. I know I shouldn't over analyze but... So it starts and I'm walking my heart out really wishing I had stretched more. Definitely was Feeling the burn from that.
This guy middle aged dressed in a track suit plainly labeled as our local track coach paired up with me. We started talking and he does lots of walks. No longer coaches because of two knee surgeries. He was my angel. He talked/coached me the whole way through. When we got to the end he stopped at the finish and let me go so I wouldn't be last. How sweet!!!!
Now for my over critical part of myself. I'm scared because I was last. Can I really do this? Grrr why must I beat myself up so badly. I also fired up my shin splints that I had been babying during my training.
I am proud that I did it and I have overcome alot but I'm not feeling like an athlete right now. My walking friend bailed on me this morning. At least I had the guts to show up.
I'm just struggling and in need of a shove in the right direction.
My stomach was in knots. I took two tums and drank a little milk with a piece of toast.
Got there and hadn't thought that the rain would keep most of the walkers home. Agh!!! About 20 of us showed. I was def the heaviest. I know I shouldn't over analyze but... So it starts and I'm walking my heart out really wishing I had stretched more. Definitely was Feeling the burn from that.
This guy middle aged dressed in a track suit plainly labeled as our local track coach paired up with me. We started talking and he does lots of walks. No longer coaches because of two knee surgeries. He was my angel. He talked/coached me the whole way through. When we got to the end he stopped at the finish and let me go so I wouldn't be last. How sweet!!!!
Now for my over critical part of myself. I'm scared because I was last. Can I really do this? Grrr why must I beat myself up so badly. I also fired up my shin splints that I had been babying during my training.

I am proud that I did it and I have overcome alot but I'm not feeling like an athlete right now. My walking friend bailed on me this morning. At least I had the guts to show up.
I'm just struggling and in need of a shove in the right direction.