My first 5K race since last fall took place yesterday, and what a day, and what a race! Beautiful weather, grueling course, and I got to see someone I hadn’t seen in over 25 years – but first, the race.
I don’t want to get my hopes up, but there’s a chance that winter might finally be over. And I think today was the official turning point.
Yesterday morning was still the same old 30 degree temps we’ve had for the last 839265477 mornings. My thickest gloves still left my fingers frozen on my early morning dog walk, and after my run (where once again I covered my hands with my trusty plush purple socks), it was so cold I tried taking a picture where you could see my breath.
This past holiday weekend marked a series of milestones: my first sub-8:00 race pace (not counting the Northport Nautical Mile I did in June), first time running two races in one week, first trail race, first race without headphones. And, now that I think about it, first Thanksgiving without my mom. It’s so weird when life changes, but I guess that’s just what life does.