When I first started running (or attempted to run, rather), I read people's running stories….thinking how that didn’t interest me and I didn’t see myself
ever officially running a race. But the more I read and the more posts I saw on facebook, the more I became interested
and wondered if that was something I could actually do.
I've been on a health kick since boot camp, so I was looking for a way to keep in shape and get the same energy and strong legs, for that matter, that all my running friends have!As Sydney and I ran each week, I experienced some easy days, but also harder days. Becoming frustrated is simply an understatement on how I felt at times….even 3 days before race day I didn’t think I could do it. The more I huffed and puffed and ended up walking more than running, the more I thought “what in the world am I thinking?” or “there is no way I can do this”. The more this happened the angrier at myself and at running itself I became. It seemed I could hit the 2 mile mark and simply give out and have to stop and walk. I wanted to run a 5K, not walk it. And that was what I was determined to do. As far as “training” for my first 5K, I’m not sure if that’s what I should call it. I mean, it sounds so official-like…but, I’m just a girl who runs….with her kids….on a paved road…thru neighborhoods. I’ve never called myself a runner before and it seems to me that I’m just running a 5K; it’s not like it’s a marathon or anything like that.
On race day....I was freaking out!!!! Again, thoughts flooded my mind, seriously, I had never run in front of anybody, what if I fall? What if I can't finish the race? What am I doing this for...on this freezing cold morning?'
Okay, breathe….I had a plan and I would stick with it. Race was to begin at 8:00 and we wanted
to arrive by 7. I had picked up my race packet two days before. I had my clothes laid out and my alarm was set for 5:00. I wanted plenty of
time for my morning coffee and breakfast: my anytime snack of peanut butter
toast with a sliced banana. It’s filling and full of protein and carbs...it's just what I needed!
As we took to the starting line, I was already breathing heavy and trying to calm myself down
and focus. Slow and steady wins the became my mantra. I repeated it over and over to myself.
I looked over at Sydney, gave her a hug, and wished her a good race. And so we
began.As everybody quickly ran out of site, I tried to keep my pace steady and stay focused. It wasn’t long before I began to pass other runners who were starting to slow down. I soon began to tune all of that out and just concentrate on my own pace and remember that I was doing this for me and for me only. The first mile actually went pretty smoothly. My pace was steady and I felt good. I was having fun. The second mile, I slowed down abit, but tried to keep my pace steady. I was fearful of tiring too quickly and I seriously wanted to run across that finish line! By the third mile, the adrenaline kicked in even more and my pace became faster. Did I mention that Sydney was way ahead of me and out of my sight at this point. My official time was 41 min 11 seconds…slow compared to others, but it was actually a personal best for me. I feel pretty good about my finish. I know this is all pretty silly and sounds like I should have been preparing for and running a marathon, but I suppose to me, in my little neck of the woods, it was. And now, I can say I DID IT!!!
