So after one failed attempt at Couch to 5K (C25K) a few years ago to now when I have been running 30 - 40 minutes 3 times a week (on a good week) I finally decided it was time. Time for an actual 5K race. I had a few false starts. Last year I was thinking about doing it for this particular race and volunteered instead but this year, I had no excuse. I was a novice runner needed to get past the race fear.
What was I afraid of? Mostly looking like an ass who decided to run a race but went too fast too soon and ended up walking most of it. I was also worried that I'd get a cramp because I had to work at Lottery Yarn the night before (RANT WARNING: and even though I came in early as a favor to teach a class, I was not told for sure if I could leave at 9pm, store closing time, and instead had to wait it out to see if I could leave and as a result, not get my break, meaning no dinner just a Luna Bar in the car on the way home). I also was worried I'd come in dead last. The last one was unfounded as I checked the site to see what the longest times were and I was positive I could beat at least them.
I had friends running the same race (David's Run) as it is for a foundation run by one of my best friends in her brothers memory. Anyway, one of my friends told me to take is really slow in the beginning because it was an uphill finish. So I did but when I got to the first mile marker I was WAY below my usual pace. I knew that if I picked it up too much that I would die on the uphill portions. So, I ended up with a slower than anticipated time but...I FINISHED! I finished and did not fall over at the end. I recovered quickly and felt like I could accomplish just about anything that day. :) I guess that is why runners run. I do it because I like to eat, let's be honest.
Now I am at home and as a result of the Manhattan Bagels that I consumed after said race, I want a big ole' nap. That is something I learned, the endorphins are short lived. :)
This is a pic of me and 'the girls'. I am the one with the number.