Here is my story:
It's a little bit challenging to leave the house for a race now-there is a lot to remember...Eon's water bottle, his nuts and raisins, his change of clothes, Roam and Ember's diapers, clothes, bottle of mamas milk for Grandma, running stroller are the essentials.
Thank goodness for mid -morning races like the Frigid Digger. I needed to wake up early to get all three kids ready and myself to be prepared to start the race at 10am. I started the day with nursing Roam and Ember separately. I then run around the house chasing Eon trying to coax him to brush his teeth and get dressed. I feed Eon breakfast while I hand the twins and the 5-6 bags to Ray to be placed into our minivan(yes we did buy a minivan). Somehow we arrive at the race 60 min early. I nurse the twins separately in the van while Ray gets our numbers. I am done with nursing by 9:32. Grandma and Grandpa arrive to help. I run out of the car to the bathrooms and then start my warm up at 9:43. I run a 10 min warm up in a blizzard and end up slipping on ice and falling on my back, both elbows and sprain my wrist. My elbows are bleeding. I contemplate not starting but decide what the heck and start anyway. I run conservative on the icy sections and push hard where I know the footing is clear. My competition are two fast women (who are also my friends and each have beaten me before in races). I somehow end up in the lead about 2 miles in the race and the next 5 miles I run for my life knowing they are right behind me lurking. While this race is low key, it is very challenging and fun. Lots of hills and great competition make for a fantastic day. I end up winning by 7 seconds in a 7.2 mile race. I then run a cool down and nurse Roam and Ember separately at the awards ceremony.
My race time was slow but the footing was challenging. I was so happy to be able to race again and then the cherry on top was winning. I did not expect to win so I was elated the entire day. During those 5 months of no running or at times days of complete inactivity I was sad that my body was slowly deteriorating. My muscles were shrinking and my weight was soaring. Racing the Frigid Digger gave me the confidence that my body is slowly regaining its strength and power back. I in turn, am finding that my running spirit or my inner love for racing is growing exponentially. The fire is re lit and I can't wait to race. Bring it on!










