Susan G. Komen for the Cure, New Orleans 5k, October 20, 2012
Can I say this first? I love to run. I love it. Running is my favorite thing in the world next to my family only. I enjoy Zumba, a lot. I like to dance. I feel better after making art and I find pleasure in writing. All of those things are a part of me and, aside from Zumba, have been for a very long time. In 2010 on my 30th birthday (November 23rd) I jogged for the first time in my life and I found myself that day. I am a runner. We haven’t been together quite long enough for you to know that so I thought that here, in my first post about a race, would be a great time to put it out there.
This was my first time running for a cause such as this and it touched me to be out there with the survivors and the family and friends. My grandmother died this year from pancreatic cancer. She had previously survived uterine cancer and breast cancer. Next week I am running the Jazz Half Marathon, which I am also fund raising for. You can donate on-line here, I also set up an art raffle so that anyone who makes a ten dollar or more donation is entered. You can find out more information on that here. The Jazz Half Marathon benefits the cancer research of Children’s Hospital here in New Orleans.
In April of this year a great friend of mine moved back home and we started running together, she wanted my to whip her into shape. I have to say she has been amazing to run with, always pushing and never quiting early. I say all the time that I don’t mind slowing down to help a friend get started running, but I don’t think it’s fair for me to slow down if you are not mushing yourself to go faster and further every run. This has never been an issue with my Gipper. The last race we did was a 5k and it was her first ever. I believe our time (it wasn’t a timer chip race so this is a little loose) was 41:01 – I told her, we are beating that. She didn’t argue. Today, after a foot injury has had her out of the game for a week when she picked me up I was like, “Today your foot doesn’t matter. Today you run with pain if it hurts, this is the race and I am going to push you.” Not one complaint.
We ran further and longer than she ever has and still she just pushed. We finished this race at 36:51, not only beating our other time but killing it!!! I am so proud of her. I turned to her and I smiled, “You are a runner now!” She was whooped, but giddy and nodded her head. I am honestly so in awe of how well she did. I love that she trust me and she just goes with it!