Color Run Boise Oct 27

Be prepared for a picture heavy post.

 

There really are not a whole lot of "firsts" left in my life to look forward to.  First kiss.  Check.  First love.  Check.  First marriage.  Check check.  Fist baby.  Check.  First job.  Check.

 

I found one.  My first 5K.  Even typing that out brings a smile to my face.  The fact that I am even writing about me running if like a dream.  One year ago, I never would have believed it if someone would have said I would EVER be or try to be a runner....of any distance.

 

Most people know I am an event person.  In college I was on the Program Board.  The kids first birthdays are small scale neighborhood parties. As I labored at home with my youngest, friends and family came over as spent the day talking and reminiscing about birth.   I love to make events out of everything.  I like memories.  I like pictures.

 

Therefore, when I was looking for my first 5K, I heard about a Color Run and knew it was going down as my "first".  And was it a first to remember.

 

Team WorthEveryOunce consisted of my mother, sister, friend, co-worker and her sister.  We also met up with more friends from Pocatello once we got up there.

 

I knew this 5K was not going to have the pressure of timed races. This event promotes being the happiest 5K on the planet.  This is our story....in color.

 

 

Leaving town.
Maria, myself and Barb (mom)

Race eve post workout pic
Had to get in my #fridaynightsweat

Friends- Nico and me

 

Team WorthEveryOunce

 

 

Is this little guy just the cutest little Color Runner?

 

Friends- Heidi and me

 

First wave of runners

Happy Birthday Mom!!
By biggest supporter!

 

Lined up-
Team WorthEveryOunce

 

 racers already on their way back

 

Maria and Heidi

Want some orange?

 

volunteers totally look like smurfs

Post Race

All of us minus two we lost after the race....
so many people

 

getting ready for color launch at the end

as if we didn't get enough color in the actual race

my face was covered

 There ya have it.  My first 5K.  My first Color Run.  I say first because I will be back again next year for another Color Run and with reinforcements.  This may have been a non competitive race but I think I have been bitten with the bug.  My time was right at an hour.  There were lots of stops when we passed through each color zone.  Bottle necked each time.  We also stopped to distribute more color on each other when we could.  Next year I want to be able to run the entire distance between color zones.

As for being my first 5K, you can guarantee I am going to keep up with this running thing.  I don't really think I can call myself a runner....yet.  My longest stretch at this point is 8 minutes.  Most walkers can pass me when I am running.  I don't care.  I am moving.  I am pushing my body.  I am enjoying every minute of it.....well I can say that after I am done running.  It isn't always a joy while I am doing it.

And the best part comes with what happened after the run. 

We went back to the hotel, showered and decided to do a little shopping before heading back to Pocatello.  All of my pants have been saggy in the back side.  I hate that.  Two weeks ago I was wearing my size 20 pants and anxious to try on my old 18's.  Finally I did and realized they fit.  However, they were already getting saggy in the backside as well.

At the outlet mall I tried on a pair of 18 jeans.  They fit but in that way you know they will be loose after 20 minutes of wearing them.  COULDN'T BE.  Could size 18 jeans be big?

We went to another store.  I had no interest in looking for something to actually buy.  My goal was to collect a few different jean brands and styles in size 18 and size 16. 

Let me pause here.  When I look in the mirror.....I see me.  I don't see change.  I don't see smaller arms.  Smaller legs.  Smaller waist.  I only see me looking back.  The same me I was yesterday.  So you have to understand, putting my body in clothes that are labeled with a smaller number than I am used to SHOCKED me.  I thought I was being punked.  Or maybe it was just that one brand ran larger.  And yes, every pair I tried on fit different.  Yet, everyone was labeled with a 16.  Except the pair with a 14 stamped inside.  I can't say they were comfortable.  But I did get in them and get them zipped up.

The fun continued Sunday.  I have been purchasing clothing on clearance on line for the last few months in smaller sizes hoping to one day fit in them and have purchased them for dollars.  There are some items I tried on when I got them.  I remember how tight they were and how many could not even get over my head.

Time to get them out.

I ended up actually wearing this dress to church.  It is an x-large. 

 

This weekend has been thrilling in so many ways.  I ran a race I have been preparing for the last two months.  I got to enjoy a friend from middle school that I haven't seen in almost 20 years. I built upon a relationship with friends.  I got to see my co-worker in a new way.  I ran side by side with my sister even though she could have left me in the dust had she wanted to.  Celebrated my mother's 58th birthday with a healthy activity we could share together.  Made memories.  Made goals.  Made progress.

 

 

I am looking forward to the next couple months.  Many many things to make happen and enjoy.  Hoping for lots more positive change.

 



Happy Monday to everyone.  I am home snuggling with a sick little one.  Prayers to all those within reach of hurricane Sandy.  Thoughts are with you.

LUVS!!!
Tara