Bridge to Brisbane 2016

The past two years Travis and I have ran 10k’s here in Brisbane. The first year was a last minute decision when some friends of ours couldn’t make the Bridge to Brisbane and were looking for people to take their spots. At the time I wasn’t too thrilled about it because I was only running a couple of miles at a time. We had a good time though (read about it here and forgive the old school blog post) and planned on running it again the following year.

Last year we ended up being in Thailand during the Bridge to Brisbane so we chose to run a different 10k, the River Run. This go around I actually properly trained and ran the whole race without walking (a big deal for me).

Well this year I knew that the race was going to be shortly after Leighton’s birth, so I wanted to see how I was feeling before signing up (to walk not run, of course). I actually felt really good after my c-section, even when I was still in the hospital.

I asked the physio that was seeing me about walking the 10k and she was surprisingly optimistic that I would be up to it three weeks post-op. She told me to take walks and add on to the distance each day and see how I felt. Luckily we live in the most walkable part of town and I walk everywhere anyway, so I quickly could tell I would be fine. My parents are still in town and they were excited to participate as well (and push Leighton in the stroller).

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Bridge to Brisbane

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I think Travis’ sole mission in life is to push me out of my comfort zone. One would think that spending their childhood in and out of nine countries and five continents would make someone quite adventurous- not in my case. I am a big scardy cat. I don’t ride roller coasters (I was the only Houstonian not upset by the closure of Astroworld), I hold my nose when I jump in a pool and I tend to only venture out about ten feet into the ocean for fear I will get washed away or eaten alive. I mean I wouldn’t even try Crossfit because I was too scared. I know my limits and I try to stay nice and safely within them.

Oh and I’m pretty stubborn about these things. Knowing those facts you may be able to understand why Travis is constantly trying to get me to do new things. On his current list is scuba diving and shark diving.

Fast forward to last Friday when Travis texted me to tell me he signed us up to run a 10k the following Sunday. Apparently the three miles I have been struggling to run with him the last two weeks was indication enough that I was prepared to run twice as many. Cue anxiety attack.

Every time Travis is trying to convince me to do something he brings up the Tarzan Swing. The Tarzan Swing was an optional activity on our zip line trip on our honeymoon. You had to jump off of a platform hundreds of feet above the ground to free swing over the rainforest- Tarzan style. Yes, you are securely fastened to a harness and yes, an eighty year old grandma in our group was able to do it- but I refused. After peer pressure and a guilt trip from Travis  I gave in. It was terrifying and awful. See Exhibit A:

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Does that look like someone enjoying themselves? No. Therefore the Tarzan Swing is not a valid argument for anything.

BUT knowing that we were in the “Walkers” starting group made me feel much better about this venture. I knew if I got tired none of those grandmas and ladies with strollers could judge me. I set a goal for myself to run as much as I possibly could and finish in under an hour and ten minutes. I realize that is not an impressive time to anyone but give me a break I’m pretty dang slow and that’s the farthest I’ve run in five years.

Here I am about to start. So sleepy (we got up at 5am) and cold.

IMG_0409I stopped to get water and saw our apartment across the river! It’s the brick building in the distance.

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We made it! This was literally 1 min after I finished running (Travis is an actual runner so he had to wait for me at the finish line). Don’t judge my super red, tired face.

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Just a tin man shooting out bubbles at the end of the race.

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And a miniature pony…

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According to my Nike Running App I finished in one hour and seven minutes, which is better than I thought I would do. I also beat my previous fastest mile record so I gave myself a pat on the back for that. Travis finished in 56 minutes. If we didn’t get stuck behind a wall of walkers at the beginning we probably would have done even better, at least that’s what we’re telling ourselves.

We celebrated with brunch and walking another two miles back home.

I am glad I ventured out of my comfort zone, it was challenging but I would definitely do it all over again!