The Race That’s Good for a Goose

Mother Goose woke up before the 5:30 alarm this morning and began preparing for her first 5K race. Truly I began preparing back in December by walking. Then I added a little running and then more and more running, but still mostly walking. And, shocking as it may sound, Mother Goose only walked a half a block during The Race That’s Good For Life.

I have never even attended a race before. We arrived in plenty of time to enjoy the circus of pre-race activities. The serious runners were warming up. Mother Goose is a serious runner.

It's so important to warm up before a big race.

At least thousands of racers at the Women's Event...

And before you could say “Mother Goose Smiles”, it was time to bunch up at the Starting Line.

Mother Goose flapping with adrenaline-fed excitement.

The gunshot! The shouts of joy! And off we go!

Mother Goose ran. I ran as quickly as an old goose could ever run. The cheering spectators really gave me energy to do my very best. Limping at first because of my recent ankle injury, I decided to push through the pain. Before I reached the one-mile marker, I was limping with both feet, and that actually helped me to establish a strange sort of rhythm. Surprisingly enough, breathing and leg cramps were not a problem for this goose!

Dear family members somehow showed up out of nowhere, running along the sidewalk beside Mother Goose! THAT really cheered me and gave me an extra burst of energy. AnnaRose was ringing a cowbell! Mark and Jessi were snapping pictures as if I was a world-class runner. Imagine! My first mile was about 12 minutes. Imagine!

There she goes, blonde feathers flowing in the wind.

Mother Goose followed the other runners and lost track of where she was in the course. Running west? North? South? I had no idea, but my legs kept going and going. We passed the second mile marker — 13 minute mile. People passed me up, and I just figured I must be the last one to be running down the street. I never looked behind me.

Eventually my running gait became a cute little shuffle, but the Finish Line was in sight! Time to step on the gas, Mother Goose! Time to kick some bootie on the course!

Go! Go! Go!

And then across the line!

(Very exciting video posted on April 2nd, Crossing the Finish Line.)

And there I was flapping and honking and hobbling and crying. What an incredible feeling of joy and exuberation! Probably the hardest work I’ve done since birthing babies, and like that experience, SO WORTH IT. They handed me a lovely rose for my efforts, and I nearly collapsed when my ankles said, “That’s the end of us, Mother Goose.”

I’m having a bit of couch time this afternoon, sipping a bit of wine and snacking on some Dominos pizza whilst I recover from this amazing event. I thank you all for your GREAT support of Mother Goose! I’m thankful to Jesus who never left my side during the race! A huge thanks to Mr. Mother Goose and daughter Jessi for capturing the glorious hour for me to share! It’s so wonderful to have hundreds of friends around the world pulling for me and carrying me through my first 5K race. And there will be more racing, I promise you that!

May the Lord bless you and keep you today! Love, M.Goose

Mother Goose Considers “Personal Best”

Many of my readers will remember that Mother Goose made an announcement in December that she would be running in her very first 5K race on April 1st, 2012. And believe it or not…she’s still planning to do that. I began my training by walking a couple miles, then walking quickly a couple miles, and then running a block and walking the rest of the way. I believe that “gradual” is the key to success for this goose. And I’m proudly honking that yesterday, I accomplished what can only be called a miracle — I traveled the distance approximately equal to a 5K race (3.3 miles) in 46 minutes! Mostly I ran, occasionally I walked. Truly this was a “Personal Best” for Mother Goose.

Go Goose Go

The Race That’s Good For Life is in nineteen days. I wonder if I’ll beat my “Personal Best” before then or on the day of the race…

I know that I’ll do the best I can — that’s all I know. But as I was pondering what it means to do your “personal best”, I immediately remembered that this is just a little race in a local village. Truly it’s all about running and getting physically fit, improving my own health and my cardiovascular capacity. Ultimately, this is about me getting up off my chair and doing something totally different that no one would expect of me. Basically, I’m doing this to prove that I can do it. I could easily rename this 5K “The Race That’s Good For a Goose.”

Other people in my world are also doing their personal best. They probably won’t get a round of public applause, but I’ll remember them as I’m crossing the finish line on April Fool’s Day. Here they are:

My sister, Bunn, who has endured two hip replacements already in her young life.
My husband, Mark, who supports our family by being his own boss in an unpredictable economy.
My daughter, Jessica, who is graduating with honors from Columbia College Chicago in May.
My sons, Adam and Erik, who are serving in the U.S. Navy.
Bloggish friends: Eric, Jeff, Michael, Dianna, Debra, Elizabeth, Mrs. Ehrhardt and others who write enormously about doing your best, helping others, and finding truth and beauty around you.
Blue Star Banner heroes, especially Jack Valentine and Conner Lowry who made the ultimate sacrifice — their stars shine brightest of all and put my own “personal best” into perspective.

When we stop to consider the days of our lives, we realize how much there is to accomplish in our lives. Most of us get about 75 years (a general average by a goose guessing) to make a difference in this world. But that’s still enough time to work with all your heart, change your attitudes, discover loveliness, care for others, raise loving and responsible children and be a blessing. The best time to do our personal best is the time between walkers (toddler walkers and nursing home walkers).

Mother Goose encourages you, yes you, honk honk, to live your “Personal Best Life” today. And tomorrow.

Running Goose by Lukta Qiatsuk, Inuit artist

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