When I went to the kidney center last summer for my one year, post-donation visit, my new donor advocate handed me a flyer for the upcoming transplant games. Based on my current crossfit program, she said that I had to be able to compete in at least one of the events. I looked over the handout – table tennis, bowling, track and field, ballroom dancing, and several other events I had no business entering – thanked her for her confidence in me, folded it and placed it in my notebook, and did not think about it much after that.
Fast forward a year to now, and I am a year and a half into crossfit and five months into working on improving my running. With the guidance of my ever helpful coach/cousin, I had run four miles this weekend in less time than my best 5K time. I’ve made progress. I jokingly told her that at this rate, I should sign up for some 5K’s in the fall, and this time I might be able to get across the finish line in time to get snacks.
Do it, was her response.
So I got on the running calendar for my area looking for races in the fall. What I found, was again, the transplant games, but this time, there was a 5K listed. I could enter this as a living donor.
I can do this.
So I did. I entered.
I’M GOING TO THE GAMES!!
So I have a month to train. The course is hilly, so I have to work that out. I know I can do this, but deadlines freak me the heck out. I have no rational explanation; they just do.
But I am going to the Transplant Games!
This is going to be awesome!