Thirty just seems like one of those milestone birthdays that I bench-marked in my teens and twenties as being officially old. I remember when my mom turned thirty and I couldn't fathom that the day would actually come around when I would turn 30 as well. And, yet, the day came and went, and now...I'm 30.
Instead of spending my birthday lamenting the passing of my young twenty-something label, I wanted to do something that I had never done before...something that I would never have been capable of doing before...and so I signed up for my very first 5k!
You see, I spent most of the first twenty-some years of my life loathing all types of physical activity and loving all things sweet, sugary, and loaded with carbs. Doughnuts and chocolate cake became my go-to stress relief and I saw no reason to physically induce any form of sweating. After high school, college, marriage, graduate school, and two pregnancies, I was an overweight, unhealthy, couch potato who could barely keep up with her husband and two kids.
When the doctor told me I was dangerously close to developing diabetes, I knew something had to change. And, thus began my journey toward losing weight and learning how to live a healthy and active lifestyle.
I used to be the girl who had every excuse in the book for why I had packed on the pounds: stress, fatigue, a dysfunctional thyroid, busy-ness, money, pregnancy, motherhood...you name it, I most likely used it as an excuse. It was unbelievably hard to change, but as I took those little steps toward revolutionizing the way I ate and my thoughts toward exercise and physical activity, I began to see benefits: I lost weight (over 60 lbs), I had energy, I wasn't as stressed out, I slept amazing at night....and on and on. I still have my not-so-good days and I'm learning that my journey toward health will most likely be a life-long endeavor. Granted, I'm still working on losing the remaining weight from my third pregnancy, but I am getting oh-so-close!!
Anyway, it only seemed fitting that I begin my thirties in a way that would signify to myself that I am forever changed by the desire to live a healthier lifestyle. And, I knew if I could conquer my fear of public exercise and run the ENTIRE 3.1 miles without walking, I would feel like anything was possible in my thirties.
So, the night before my birthday and the 5k, Ben and the kids let me open my presents early:
Overall, I finished 107 out of 198 runners. I was 15th out of the 37 gals in my age division. I was 47th out of 114 female runners. My average mile pace time was 10:07 and my overall time was 31:26. Not bad for my first 5k!
If I ever do another race, I definitely need to figure out how to navigate that whole starting line mob. And, I need to do a lot more work on running hills. Those were definitely the two things that were the most difficult for me.
After the race, we headed home for a quiet afternoon before pizza and cake with my parents.
I had a fabulous birthday...definitely on par with one of my favorite birthdays ever! Thirties, here I come!!!