I did it.
I finished in 6,628th place, but I did it.
I’m not really focusing on the 6,627 people in front of me, but more the 2,286 people behind me. I ran the entire way without vomiting or dying and ended up with a time of one hour, one minute and eleven seconds.
My goal was to make it in under an hour but considering I’ve never run five miles, or four miles, or really anything much over two miles, in my entire life I don’t even know where I even came up with that arbitrary number. I guess I was just thinking that I wanted the misery of running to be as short as possible and I can tolerate anything for an hour. Frankly I’m happy as a mother that I made it in the time I did.
Around mile four I thought my Mirena fell out but as I turned around to look behind me I saw it was just my lungs calling bullshit and making their way out of my body through my uterus. I just shrugged my shoulders and kept on running. Lungs I can live without. Birth control I can’t.
Here’s a little live action both of the actual event, as well as a peek into my mind as I crossed the finish line. Enjoy.