5K and How I Got There


5KI just finished my first 5k. Yes I finished it. I did indeed and I am very proud of myself for doing so. It is funny when I write that it does not convey the actual feelings I had, I crossed the finish line and I cried. Not because it was over but because I finally did it.

I was diagnosed with emphysema couple of years ago. I first I was not worried about it. I mean I just had to quit smoking and I had been sick, lingering sick, so once I got the drugs I felt great.  I was worried about my diagnosis but because I was quite ignorant about what the disease really was I did not lose much sleep I spent my first year trying like hell to quit smoking.

Oh yeah, quit smoking after smoking since I was 11 years old. It was an old friend, always there for me, in good times and bad. Better friend then anyone I have ever known. I had to breakup.  It was killing me faster then I wanted to go.  But I did I indeed quit. I did it all wrong and against all the “rules” but I quit.
For the first year I shrugged away my coughs and sicknesses as part of quit smoking. The second year I had no such luxury.  Oh I was sick a lot. Missed a lot of work. Missed a lot of things I wanted to do, including this 5K. And when I say sick I mean sick. The kind where you just lay there because walking to the restroom was major work. I had a lot of steroids on board and I gained a lot of weight. Honestly, feeling sick and being out of shape got me depressed. I figured that that was it for me. That was my life, fat, bloated, sick and dying.

Feeling terrible I did not share much of what was going on side me. I had reached out to family but received very little support, got more of a yea right whatever vibe so I didn’t share. My poor husband. He has no idea how I am feeling but he is a saint, He has put up with me when the steroid make me crazy.  It is in my nature to not want to worry anyone so I don’t share much. Until I went to pulmonary therapy.

OH therapy was a life saver for me. I finally got to hang out with people just like me, even though  I am very young. One of my problems is genetic and it helps manifest the other disease early). So I got to talk to them about what they are going through. Some were worse and some were better than me. I learned how to eat, breath, take care of myself. What I can expect form my disease and more importantly, answered my questions about what was going on with me.  They are also the only group I did not hear “But you don’t LOOK sick”. I guess if you look fine you are fine.

So through all that I decided I was going to get fit and not let breathing hold me back. I have modified that a bit. Breathing does indeed dictate what I do and don’t do. I originally wanted to RUN this 5k. I walked it. It took me 1 hour and 19 minutes. I am thrilled to do so. It was hard, those hills in the course were incredibly difficult, but I did it. I cried at the finish line. 3years I wanted to do this. I finally did it…I cried.  I am damn proud of myself.  

Next….I do a 5k in under an hour…..

2 thoughts on “5K and How I Got There”

  1. Way to go girl! - April 7, 2014 2:11 am

    I am so happy for you! Great job!
    You should be really proud!
    Good Luck with keeping your new habits up!
    But you don’t have to improve all the time, sometimes maintaining what you have is good enough.

    1. T Whitaker - April 7, 2014 7:52 am

      Thank you very much. I can always use encouraging words.

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