So its been a couple days since I hooped my 6K race and I’ve had a little bit of time to digest all the unexpected emotions participating gave me.
I completed the race in 1 hour and 9 minutes, without a single hoop drop. I attracted a lot of attention from those participating in the race and those observing.It was a lot of fun chatting with such a variety of people along the route. It was fun sharing my joys of hooping with them, it was fun encouraging each person that was amazed I was walking and hoopingat the same timeby letting them know, with a little practice they could do this too.
But my fun, chattiness ended about 2/3 into the race. I felt myself turn inward. I wondered about my hoop journey, the places its taken me, and pondered where and why this race fit in.
I saw the 5km marker come and go past me and with it seemed to go my energy. I was close, but suddenly I felt sore and tired… and the feelings in each muscle I was using started to take over my thoughts. Maybe I’d gone far enough, everyone would understand if I didn’t hoop the last kilometer right?
It was about that time that the river trail opened up and I could see beautiful downtown Napa. I could see the finish line. I could see everyone that was waiting and cheering as participants crossed the line.
I remembered I had people waiting just for me too. My little 14 month old was there, somewhere in that crowd, waiting for mama to cross the finish line.
Suddenly I realized exactly where this race fit into my hoop journey. The wheres and whys fell into place. Yes, this race was for a cause I whole heartedly support, but I could have easily walked or jogged the route to show my support. Adding the challenge of the hoop was for more than the cause, and tears welled in my eyes as I realized it was for more than myself too.
I hooped the race… I challenged myself… for Pax.
I want him to grow up knowing that he can accomplish anything he sets his mind too. I want him to dream the biggest possible dreams and know that he can turn those dreams into plans… I want him to know he can be whatever he wants to be… I want him to know he can do whatever makes him Happy
And I want him to know these things because he saw his mama do exactly that.
That last kilometer seemed to last forever, and took me on an emotional roller coaster the whole way, but my energy returned ten-fold and all the little complaints my muscles had previously given me were silenced.
I’ll never forget seeing my hubby and Pax waving at me by the finish line or how Pax wrapped his arms around my neck when I finished. His embrace was absolutely the best award I could have received.
A huge thank you for everyone who supported me in taking on this challenge. I so appreciate all the donations. We donated $270 to COPE Family Center http://www.copefamilycenter.org/ and all took part in creating safe homes for children in Napa. —