It’s been almost three years since I’ve ran a race.
I’ve run so much in my life.
I’ve ran almost every event in Track.
I’ve ran so many 5k’s, 10k’s, and a few half marathons.
I’ve even done a marathon.
That was all up until May of 2015.
My life consisted of running non stop for thirteen years.
Then I took a break.
I got married, was pregnant, and had a newborn.
It was a three year time period where I ran a few times here and there but not consistently.
And that was my problem.
I wasn’t running consistently.
This summer I decided to change that.
I started running a little.
A mile or two turned into three or four.
Then four four turned into five or six.
Next thing I know it’s November and I’m hitting 8:30 miles.
When I first ran after having Ian I was at about 10 minutes for a mile.
Which isn’t bad at all, it just wasn’t what I wanted for myself.
For someone who could go under five minutes in her prime, it was discouraging.
Being able to crack an 8:30 mile made me feel on top of the world.
Then it was eight minutes per mile.
And 7:40 after that once for a three mile run.
That was the only run where I went under eight minutes miles for a whole run.
I decided to sign up for the 10k today back in November.
It was a race I’ve done probably six or seven times before.
It was a flat course, fun, and I got a shirt out of it.
I love getting shirts from races.
I’m not going to lie, I was super nervous.
I had set a goal of running under 50 minutes, because if I stuck to eight minute miles I allowed myself a little bit of wiggle room to slow down if needed.
When setting goals I like to make it achievable and realistic, because that’s who I am.
I kept telling Jason my hard to reach goal, was to place top three in my age group.
I was going to be bummed if I didn’t’ honestly.
But Jason kept telling me “this is your own race, worry about yourself.”
And right before the race I was talking to my mom, I told her that there were some quick people out there, her response?
“You’re doing this for you.”
And I was.
It was for me.
I was the one training for the past few months.
The one who realized that her knees weren’t as strong as they used to be.
The one who had just had a kid fifteen months ago.
This was for me.
I got to do it alongside two of my favorite athletes I coach, that made it so enjoyable.
It was their first 10k and introducing them to that race was so fun.
When the race started I took off, in typical Megan fashion, a little faster than I wanted.
In my defense however, I wanted to get ahead of the pack.
Once I felt good I decided to stay at the pace I was at.
I felt okay.
And I was so excited.
I told myself to treat it like two separate three miles runs.
Out three miles, and back three miles.
Honestly the first two miles were the hardest.
I realized that I was running 7:16 pace and had to stick to it.
But that’s the thing.
And I was.
I was out there running faster than I had planned, and it was crazy to me.
That I was doing it.
Each mile I just kept talking to myself.
That’s it Megan.
One more mile down.
You’re almost there.
Don’t slow down you’ve got this.
I’ve ran that course so many times, so much that I knew when the finish was coming.
I knew when there was only a mile left.
I could feel my body wanting to slow down, but I wasn’t going to let it.
I turned the corner and I could see the finish line, but that wasn’t the best part.
I heard my mom, my dad, my sister, and Jason.
Cheering for me like they’ve always done.
As I was passing them feeling stronger than ever I heard Jason say, “go mommy” for Ian.
That’s when it hit me.
I’m running this race as a mom.
I’m running 7:30 mile pace as a mom to this amazing baby.
It was such a great feeling.
Realizing that my body could make this beautiful baby and then turn around and run 7:30 minute miles just 15 months later.
I was so proud of myself.
So stinkin proud.
After I crossed the finish line I took my participation medal with so much pride.
Normally they’re just a medal, but this one is probably one of my favorites.
A local runner that I’ve known since I started running came up to me and told me that it was good to have me back.
And I was.
Back to my old running self.
And it felt amazing.
I crushed both of my goals.
I ran a 47:15 and got first place in my age group.
Something I’m so incredibly proud of.
And the coolest thing?
I went back and compared my times to what I ran back in 2014 and 2015. Back when I felt like I was in great shape and working harder than I was now. I was so close to those times and paces.
2014 I finished with a 45:26 and 7:21 mile pace.
2015 I ran a 46:39 with a 7:31 mile pace.
2018, three years later after having a baby, 47:15 and a 7:37 minute mile pace.
I’m not normally super cocky, but I’m a badass.