And just like that, it was over

Nine weeks ago, pretty much to the day, Phil and I committed to a running plan that would enable us to run a 5K — me for the first time, him the first time not in the Army and the first in 5 years. I remember the day we shopped for gear, anticipating the next day’s training session — a gradual introduction to running. At that time I could not imagine actually being ready to run a 5K in 9 weeks. Not without walking. Or collapsing. Or puking. Not intentionally. Not for fun.

I still couldn’t believe we were doing it, even as I started the day before sunup with the two early bird kiddos awake and raring to go.

We left the house at 7, loaded down with snacks and drinks, mostly for the little ones, and uncertainty. It was cold. Frost on the car windows and the ground, a chill in the air. But it’s November; what did we expect?

We were dropped off in the parking lot of the Lebanon Farmer’s Market, close to where the race would start. Blew kisses to the kids, whom we hoped we’d see later on the route, and took this picture after affixing our numbers to our shirts.

We cut through the farmers market building, receiving second glances as we did. It’s been four years. I’m sure they’re used to it by now. Potty break, then out to the street to mill around with the other runners.

We felt appropriately dressed, unlike the man we saw running around the block wearing only shorts, socks and shoes. Brr, I thought. Now, he’s crazy.

More than 200 people eventually gathered at the start line. Maybe we’re all crazy, I thought. 8 a.m. on a chilly Saturday morning in November and we’re getting ready to run 3 miles? And we paid money to do it? Yeah, we could definitely be called crazy.

After a few muffled announcements and a jaw-dropping rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner” by a girl who didn’t look much older than 12, I let out a squeal of sorts and then we were running.

What a sight. We were near the back of the pack, purposely, and we could see the rows of runners fill the street from side to side as they traversed the blocks ahead of us.

Not long into our run, the 10K’ers split off to the Rail Trail while we crested the hill toward Lebanon High School. We passed the finish line as it was being set up and the clock said 10 minutes. We were just about a mile into our run, and feeling good.

We wound through the parking lot of the high school toward a second entrance to the rail trail, volunteers pointing us in the right direction, cheering us on.

A mile behind us, we settled in to our pace on the trail. Just over a bridge, we glimpsed our kids, sitting snugly in the jogging stroller. Yesterday, Isabelle said she was going to say, “Go, Mommy! Go, Daddy!” I was teary just thinking about it as we ran. She got shy and just smiled and waved. Still, they were a sight for sore eyes. Or maybe legs?

Mile 2 was the longest part of the run. A straight stretch that felt like it was going to last forever. People started passing us going the other direction. First a few, then larger and larger packs of people. We knew the turnaround must be getting close. As the water station came into view, we could see people turning around. Two miles were soon behind us.

The home stretch found us leap frogging, per se, with a woman and two young girls, maybe 10 or 11, who alternately walked and ran. Spoiler alert: The girls finished before we did, which made me feel a little sad until Phil reminded me that those girls weren’t fat and hadn’t made two babies. Touche.

We passed our kids again. It was almost over.

A man on a bicycle rode toward us announcing we only had half a mile to go. I was beginning to believe we could do this.

We left the trail and headed back through the parking lot of the high school toward the finish line. People cheered for us. They called out our race numbers in encouragement to finish. The cheers got louder the closer we got.

Phil reached back and grabbed my hand, and the emotional dam broke. I was sobbing as I tore the tag from my number and handed it to the guy collecting them. Phil sympathy cried for a few minutes until he thought he might hyperventilate. The last few months have, at times, been a living hell for us. So many things have carried us through: prayers, notes of encouragement, shows of support, even the running. We don’t plan to stop running or exercising together, but finishing the 5K felt like closing the door on a tough chapter of our lives. Now, we look ahead.

I can’t forget to mention that seeing our time as we approached the finish line added to our mental state. We finished in 36:34. Our best 3-mile time yet, much less 3.2 miles.

We caught our breaths, walked around, found the cafeteria and gulped some water. Walked some more, ate orange slices and a couple of cookies. Grabbed more water, then went to meet the rest of the family.

We’re beat but proud of our accomplishment. Worn down but hopeful.

Home before 10 a.m. Eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast. Showers. Comfy clothes. Back to reality.

If my legs weren’t sore, I’d think maybe the whole thing was a dream, it all happened so fast.

Here we are after the race. I feel amazingly close to my husband right now. Getting through trial will do that to you, I guess.

My ever-thoughtful parents sent us these, delivered to our door a few hours after we got home.

I can’t say where the next months are going to take us, but something has changed in me as a result of this part of the journey. I feel stronger, tougher. Yet also humbled and awestruck. Running has deepened my faith at the same time it has toned my muscles. I’m more convinced than ever that the Lord works in mysterious ways.

Running was not one of my ways to fix what was broken in our lives.

He knew better.

He always does.

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8 thoughts on “And just like that, it was over

  1. The picture of him reaching for your hand made me cry as did the part about anticipating seeing the kids cheering you on! Great job, Lisa and Phil!

  2. Way to go guys ! ! ! Told ya the pace would pick up under race conditions. Keep up the training and fight through the winter so that you can hit a few more 5k’s next spring. Congrats.

  3. I am So proud of you guys!
    I got teary eyed just reading this blog.
    It is such an inspiration how you guys were able to go through something difficult and just grew closer. I think that it’s amazing how God works in things like that.
    I am so glad that you put pictures up to, I was hoping that you would. I was thinking about you/praying for you this morning.

    Thanks for letting us all sneak a peek into your journey and be inspired by you!

  4. Congrats Lisa and Phil! What an accomplishment for the two of you, but even a sweeter milestone for your marriage. The photo of him reaching out to you says it all! You can do it and and you are not going to be alone. It may be your husband reaching out for you to grab onto his hand and he needs you to hold his hand back. Same thing with God. No matter what, He is there, you just need to hold His hand back!

  5. CONGRATS TO YOU TWO. I TOO WAS BROUGHT TO TEARS, NOT SO MUCH OF YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENT(WHICH WAS FANTASTIC) BUT OF THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR EACH OTHER, IT IS VERY VISIBLE AND A INSPIRATION TO ALL OF US, GOD BLESS YOU FOR SUCH AN EXAMPLE..

    NOT TO BRAG BUT ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO MY GRANDDAUGHTER AND I
    ENTERED THE REAGAN RUN, AND I WON A BRONZE METAL IN MY AGE GROUP.

    THANKS FOR SHARING YOUR ADVENTURE……

  6. AMEN!

    Fantastic job! I knew you’d do it in under 38 minutes – well done! AND welcome to the part of running that words can’t really ever explain. May God continue to bless your relationship, your togetherness, your bodies, minds, and souls. Thank you Lord for the change in your lives.

    Thanks for sharing your journey!

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