October 1st, 2010 was a beautiful Friday in Charlotte. The morning had started with a 5 mile commute down the road to catch my bus into Charlotte. The work day went by quickly, I had been blessed with tickets to the Sugarland concert and it was FRIDAY! As I left my office, pedaling the .75 miles to the bus stop I never thought the next 12 hours would be so different and so altered.
If you are a loyal reader, you know I was left hooked by a car in an intersection. Not but two blocks from my bus stop and commute home for a solid weekend with family. The next several hours was spent on a backboard for MRI’s and X-rays. While my brain felt fine, I had always done well in panic situations. Calming everyone around me as my hip and legs were in intensive pain. I knew my life was changed, the preacher of “commuting by bike”, the family that owned one car, the care-free feeling I had felt in Charlotte for the past 5 years was shattered.
Everyone of my readers, Twitter friends and loved ones pulled me through. For many months I felt I had lost my soul in that accident. The soul that was commuting by bike in middle school, I felt that I had lost her. Over the past year I have found new pieces, have changed and have started to push myself. Finding my limits that I am working on breaking.
This October 1st I am Running a 5k
If you know me, you know that I am a cyclist. While I enjoyed running in middle and high school, it hasn’t been something of any interest for the past year. Over the winter, and more specifically this summer I started to jog. We call it “wogging” in my family as I feel I am super slow. When my company decided to walk or run the Race for the Cure in Charlotte there was a light that clicked on in my head. Yes, this would be a great way to celebrate one year of being alive.
Why not ride a bike? I ride a bike daily. Thanks to everyone that supported me I feel confident (though sometimes freaked out) to ride on the road or commute. That hurdle was overcome this past spring. Instead I am partaking in something, a run, that I know will hurt, I will struggle and at the end I will feel more proud of myself for completing than riding a 100 miles.
A sub 30 minute 5k with rolling hills. That is my goal. It is a stretch, but I know somewhere in it I can do it.
A car accident is scary. The whole day was a blur but cancer – now that is the one of the most frightening things a person can handle in a life time. Putting one step in front of another. Putting a few dollars down for the cure.
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As much as I am stretching for 30 minutes in my first 5k, I am stretching for fundraising. But, I believe in all of you. I believe we can push over this hurdle and everyone of you will be with me as I celebrate 1 year of being alive. Every year I hope to find a cause such as this one to celebrate with.