A little over a year ago, at the prompting of my dad and sister, I joined the West Volusia Runners group. I was reluctant, at first, to do so. It wasn't the dues ($10/year-not a typo, it's really that cheap) or the commitment (none), it was just that I was intimidated by the other runners. I had seen some of them at races in the past, wearing their cool matching shirts, finishing before me, and talking together about shoes and pace goals and courses. I feel my face getting hot as I type. It's embarrassing, how silly my reluctance was. Especially now, when some of my favorite things to talk about are shoes and pace goals and race courses. My dad was the first of our family members to join the group. My sister and I scoffed, at first. "We don't need to join a group. We can always run together. We love to run; what do we need with motivation?" Then, my sis moved out of reasonable running distance from me. Then, I stopped running with any regularity because of the Baby growing in my belly. Then, she took Dad's advice and joined the group. Once I returned to running, postpartum, I squashed my fears and nervousness and brought my $10 dues to a group run. Just like that, I was part of the group.
|The most recent of many group pictures without me in them.|
|Group founder/president/chief motivator/proof that good things come in small packages. See why I'm embarrassed now, that I was intimidated?|
Race #11- Swamp House Half Marathon, March 3, 2013
When I was less than 2 weeks from delivering Baby in 2012, I volunteered at the running group's inaugural race. Of course, the individuals had raced before, and many of them had run races together, as a group. But this race was actually organized and put on by the WVRs.
At that point, I had run a half-dozen or so 5k races, and had briefly considered training for a 10k, but growing a tiny person had taken my focus far off of my running goals. Many of my family members had signed up to volunteer at the half-marathon, and I agreed to get up at 4 a.m. and help with packet pick-up for reasons that I can no longer really remember. I do recall thinking that my giant belly was a perfect, obvious excuse for the fact that I wasn't running in the race, and when people said things like, "See you out here next year!" I could just smile and nod and feel confident that they wouldn't recognize me the next year. (I was right, you know. Nobody recognized me.) One year later, the race would be directed by our group president's new race management company, and I may have been more surprised than anyone to find myself so excited about running it that I wouldn't risk volunteering again and messing up my race.
Now, this post is already pretty long, and the fact that I've just now gotten to the beginning of the race might be a little discouraging. Therefore, I will leave you with some teasers, continue this recap soon, and let you get on with your day.
Of course, I also listened to your mind messages about how much you love that I give a bit of unsolicited advice in each blog post.
Ever been intimidated by something/one embarrassing?
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