I originally signed up for the 5k run (3 miles) but once it got closer, I wanted to push myself as much as I could. I decided to upgrade to a half marathon but kept telling myself that I would not be disappointed if I wasn't able to finish 13.1 miles. I knew I could do more than 3 miles but I wanted to challenge myself and curious to see how far I could go.
Here are a few pictures from our New York trip.
Tutu Runners arrive to New York (at La Guardia Airport)
Our Texas Tutu shirt for the Diva Run in New York *Dedicated to our Tutu Yayita who has recently been diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer* We love you friend!!
Our first train station experience. This was our daily transportation from Long Island to NYC.
On the bus tour cruising through NYC streets.
On top of Empire State Building
Saturday morning picking up our packets for the Diva Run.
Walking through NYC
Then the day had arrived. It was time to rise and shine and get ready to run 13.1 miles. Was I nervous? Of course! The most I had ever ran was 4 miles. What was I thinking? I hadn't trained like I was suppose to. Did I think I could finish the 13 miles? Not exactly. I had told myself that I wouldn't be disappointed in myself if I couldn't complete it. I had originally signed up for the 5k (3 miles) but I wanted to see how far I could push myself. I knew I could do 3 miles but I would never know how many miles I would be capable of completing if I didn't try. So I pass the 3 mile marker and I knew anything after that I would be proud for pushing myself. Then I passed up 6 miles and I told myself my next goal is 8 miles, let's do it. I tried running to keep up with my other Tutus but I felt a horrible pain on both legs. It was like a cramp. A HORRIBLE cramp that stiffened up my legs and I could bearly walk. I got scared! I had to stop and try to massage my legs. One of the staff people from the run saw me and asked if I needed medical assistance. I told them I was ok and kept trying to walk but I could bearly move. I took a break and tried to fight the pain. After awhile it went away and after some time, I was coming up to the 10 mile marker. I told myself that was it for me, I couldn't go any longer. I couldn't run to try and better my time and I knew if I kept walking as slow as I was, I wouldn't make it on time. I started to doubt myself and was proud that I reached 10 miles, so I kept telling myself I'm done but how would I get back to the finish line? I couldn't call someone to pick me up. I was far away from where the rest of the Tutus were waiting for us. They had a few staff people driving around and was told there was a van driving around picking up those who couldn't finish but I would have to wait until they returned. I continued to walk and reach 11 miles, luckily the van came around and I was able to hope on. I finished 11 miles!!! WOW! I was only 2 miles away but it was started to sprinkle, mentally I felt like I couldn't go any longer and physically my body was tired. Could I have continued for the next 2 miles? Maybe. I was happy with how far I got. That's what matter to me! Not what everyone else thought. It was a challenge for me, for someone who hadn't trained and hadn't ran in months. I felt like I did my best. It only pumped me up even more when I saw our Tutus cross the finish line and made me want to run another one. I just need to train and work on my time to be able to finish the 13.1 miles before the time is up. Since I knew I wouldn't beat the time, I gave up. No one will rain on my parade!! I did 11 miles, many can't say that. Here is a picture of us after the run. Proud Tutus! Great job!!!
XoXo,
Tutu Love
Judy 8A
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