Three months ago I couldn’t run a mile, and I recently ran my first 5K!
I ran it on the perfect day and in the perfect place: August 6th in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Why perfect? Because I haven’t lived in Minneapolis for about 25 years, but it’s where my heart calls home. And, August 6th is the day my high school boyfriend lost his life to a drunk driver 32 years ago. It was a long time ago, but this tragic event impacted my life in numerous ways and “my first love” has been in my heart ever since. As I tend to add emotional sentiment to things, this little 5K was a sort of “coming full circle” event for me. I found it very poetic and even cathartic.
Huffing and puffing for 3.1 miles, my playlist steeped in the classic rock that my boyfriend and I loved, Van Halen, Zepplin and Rush (to honor the 1979 concert we saw together), was a nod to where I’ve been and how far I’ve come. From broken, lost and running from pain. To whole, present and running towards life and health.
Running. From enemy to friend. Hello new friend!
Urban Wildland Half Marathon & 5K
Aug. 6th, 2011 Mpls. MN