Monday, February 20, 2012

UPHILL BATTLE | CHINATOWN FIRECRACKER 5K

Sunday, February 12, 2012
Last Sunday, I ran the Chinatown Firecracker 5K believing it would be easy. I should know by now that nothing in my life is ever easy and is ALWAYS an uphill battle. A 5K is a little over 3 miles which is a normal run for me. When I registered for the race I restrained myself from signing up for the 10K (6.2 miles) because I needed to train for that. I temporarily stopped running when I was advised not to exercise while my body acclimated to the blood pressure medication. I thought it was symbolic that 3 days before I ran this 5K I was given the green light to stop taking the medication. 

I didn't train for the 5K because like I said, it's a normal run for me. What I didn't know until the day before the race was that there was a hill. A very LOOOOONNG hill that would take me up to Dodger Stadium. Well shoot me! I haven't done any hill training in months. MONTHS! My goal was to have fun and not mentally obsess over miles, training, etc. Ha, the joke is always on me! 


I didn't even run half a mile when I was confronted with that hill and ran oh, I don't know, a few yards up when I felt like I was going to die! And all the thoughts of defeat assaulted my brain. "Quit, it's only a 5K. This race is nothing." "You didn't bring your inhaler so you can get an asthma attack." "Dude, I need to stop and just fall over." "Look, that old lady just passed you up, you're a goner!" "Oh wow, see that guy with the handicap? He passed you, too! Face it, you're a loser! Just quit! No one will know."


This was the point when I knew I had to keep moving forward. Why? Because I rarely succumb to those plaguing thoughts of defeat and I wasn't going to let a hill beat me down. It was a HILL, not a flippin' mountain! So I slowed my roll and walked. Upwards and onwards like I've always done when I faced adversity in my life. When the people who were close to me or called themselves my family were the ones to beat me down I never caved in. I kept moving forward and never gave up despite what I was told.

When I reached the top of the hill I was awed by the view of Los Angeles that I wouldn't be privy to had I chose to turn back. I stopped and took a picture of myself with downtown LA in the background. I cruised controlled running back down the hill and when I saw the "FINISH" banner I walked across that finish line. I savored my victory. 
Award and Reward
No matter what you are currently facing, whether it is an uphill battle of sickness or circumstances beyond your control, remember that the mountain is probably just a measly little ol' hill.

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