Those two pink lines have temporarily put whatever life I have as a runner on hold. Unfortunately, I haven’t even gotten to run my first race because we found out a few days before the Mighty Run. Ramil and I basically threw away 600 pesos worth of registration.

Yes, we’ve registered a week before the race, before learning that I was pregnant. I was initially set on continuing with the race, trying to fool myself by thinking that I would have run had I tested a few days after. My darling husband, however, took some arm twisting especially because of the miscarriage I just had two months ago.

Still, the stubborn wife prevailed. Hehe! I promised Ramil I’d take it easy and that I just don’t want to waste our registration fees. Not to mention all the running I’ve been doing the past weeks.

However, although my arm twisting worked on Ramil, God will not be deterred. We were left with no babysitter when my sister decided on the last minute to attend her friend’s bridal shower the night before. She ended up sleeping over and we ended up with a still sleeping toddler at 4 am the next day.

With the difficulty of bringing our son and the unexpected news  of our pregnancy, Ramil gently told me that circumstances are preventing us from going on with the race. I took it as God’s sign to let go.

Therefore, we don’t have anything but two ugly yellow singlets and our race packs. I think I won’t be running my first race until next year after all.

I’ve got more than my share of post-pregnancy fat which have now transformed into flabby love handles. Despite the slightly loose skin around my middle, I’m not as out of shape as I think I am. To challenge myself, I’ve decided to run my first 5k race just four weeks after I’ve started training myself.

What better race to try than a race for charity?

Ramil has grudgingly agreed to join the race with me, hehe! Since it will benefit the Bantay Bata Foundation, shelling out 300 pesos for registration fee won’t be that bad even if I’m one of the last ones across the finish line. Unfortunately, I get an ugly first race singlet.

I would have loved a singlet that I would like to reuse. Instead, I get to run looking like a billboard for Mighty Bond. I guess there’s just some things that has to give especially since it’s a race for charity.

I’m pretty excited for it and I’m wondering how my first race will be. How about you, how was your first race?