Friday, December 4, 2009

I did it.

And I didn't die.

It was a Thanksgiving Day miracle.

Let me back up. Before I gave birth to Harper, I set a goal to waddle/jog/run in a Thanksgiving Day race. Thanksgiving fell just three months after Harper was born, and though I was unsure of the outcome, I registered for the Flying Feathers 4-miler in Dublin.

Since having ankle surgery over a year ago, I had not jogged an inch. So following my six-week postpartum appointment, I began jogging a little everyday.

I guess it paid off.

52 minutes after beginning the race, I jogged my way across the finish line of the Flying Feathers 4-miler.

Notice the folks in the background jogging the other way? They're lunatics. Actually, they are real runners, finishing the race well under 52 minutes. Apparently 4 miles wasn't enough for them so they turned around and rubbed their 8 minute mile in the faces of us waddlers.

Two things are going on this picture, 1) I can see the finish line, and 2) I can see my cheering section (aka my family). Finish line + Cheering section = Happy me.

Matt made me do this. Who kisses their medal after getting their butt kicked by 4 miles? But I was starving. And the medal didn't taste too bad.

To my surprise, I still had enough energy after the run to pick up my son and pose for this picture.

I really do believe in miracles.

17 comments:

  1. I am so proud of you. Now I just need to channel that positivity and do one myself! Love you, Ali!!!!

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  2. Thanks for the lovin', my triathlete girls!

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  3. Sooooo proud of you!! I want to join you next year!

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  4. That is beyond fabulous!! Your smile in all of the pictures is absolutely infectious!! Way to go hot mama!

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  5. Marla - I'm gonna hold you to it!
    Mary - you are sweet. Like I said in the post, I was smiling at that finish line!

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  6. I am so proud of you. I truly understand how hard this must have been. I can't imagine jogging 4miles after having a baby 3mts before. You are my inspiration. Wow!! I am also a little jealous :)

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  7. Lisa - you could have walked as fast as I jogged - no joke.

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  8. I'm still so proud of you big sister!

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  9. Don't you DARE downplay this accomplishment. I can't even jog ONE mile, let alone 4. You are awesome, and the pictures make me want to go outside and take a run around the block (if it wasn't 9 freaking degrees out)!!!

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  10. Ally, thank you. I'm simply trying to tone down my bootyliciousness.

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  11. Ali, I am also very proud yet a little jealous of you! I wish I could be a runner. I'm sure I could be however it takes more motivation than I have, ha! Congrats...you go girl!!!

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  12. Lucy, thanks! But you've got something on me . . . you're a hunter. Matt would love it if I would hunt. Did you get a buck yet?

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  13. YAY!!!!!!! I am so proud of you, mama. I ran my first 5K on Saturday (.9 less than you ran!) and it was AWESOME!

    What we need is a running event somewhere between OH and OK . . .

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  14. Megan, Like the Country Music Marathon in Nashville ;-)

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  15. No buck for me yet! I just can't put in the time I used to. I went Saturday and Sunday evening. I saw 25 Turkey's and a bunch of does but no bucks. Another shotgun weekend is coming up and I will probably go out for muzzleloader. If I get one I'm sure you will see a status update and photos on facebook!

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  16. Matt actually got a doe before he shot the buck. Our freezer is now full of meat from the doe, and his dad is having his buck processed into trail bologna (or whatever they call it).
    Hope you get the big one!

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