My Shamrock Run
Yes, I DID IT! I did the Shamrock Run in 2016. My Shamrock run was a personal demon that laughed in my face for a long time. Every time I saw the green shirt, I got a little jealous. Not jealous of the person, but of their accomplishment.
Their accomplishment is now my accomplishment. The Shamrock Run was more than just run, it was a great experience. But the run wasn’t just for self, it was also for preemie awareness. I have a friend’s grandbaby who was premature several months early. On FB, she posted on March 16 “She currently weighs 7lbs 7 oz, doing great, gaining weight and will soon be 4 months old.” #preemiestrong #preemie #mircopreemie #TeamVivi #NICU
I’m glad to have finished, but it wasn’t easy. Even though I’ve done a marathon, I was having my doubts. It’s so amazing the small conversations we have with ourselves. As I looked at my buddies (Chris, Rebekah and Josiah (my son)), I hoped they weren’t mad at me- but excited for the experience. But afterwards they were happy my Shamrock run was their Shamrock run too. Of course afterwards is always easier, so let me be honest and transparent.
During this race, here were some of my feelings, thoughts and ideas:
- it’s too cold
- I’m wet and miserable
- this sucks
- why am I doing this again?
- there’s a lot of people here
- do I get a medal?
- I’m glad this is only 3 miles
- I definitely need the right clothes
- happy to not be alone
- Josiah can’t come with me next time
- why are people dancing?
- and so many more thoughts…
Once the race was over, I was so grateful, humbled and excited. I may not have gotten a medal, but I didn’t do the work for it either (lol!). The sun came out and started my birthday week off right! I didn’t do it, but we all did.
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