Today my daughter and I ran our first 5K together. My daughter is 28, and she recently started running at her gym regularly. Knowing that I do races, she asked if we could run one together; COULD we?! I quickly got online and found one that would work for both our schedules and located conveniently between us (we live about an hour apart).
We met up at the registration area after picking up our packets and putting on our cool race shirts (honest, I run for the shirts and the goodies!). After a little time hanging out with our respective spouses and the cutest little boy ever born, my grandson, we did some dynamic stretches and warmed up a bit while trying to calm the pre-race nerves before lining up towards the back of the pack at the start line.
Before the race, I had tried to find a course or elevation map, but they did not have that posted. That meant we had no idea whether the course would be flat or hills; it doesn't really matter, but it IS nice to know a little about it ahead of time.
My only goal for this race was to do it with her. She hasn't run outside very much as yet, so I expected that I would not be setting a PR--running outside is harder than on a treadmill. I have yet to be able to run as fast on the road or trail as I do on the treadmill.
We took off with the crowd, and I thought we were probably going a little fast at the start; it is so easy to do that when you are in a pack and the excitement of the race has your heart pumping a little faster! Turning the corner, we saw a hill ahead--great, nice fairly steep hill at the start of the course. We walked for a bit, then ran again; the course was rather convoluted, going out and looping back, then around another part of the campus down and around. Down a hill, around a parking lot, up a hill, down a path; we kept running and walking periodically. At one point, my daughter got a stitch in her side, so we stopped for her to stretch it out, then started walking fast again and finally running.
About halfway through, she said she wanted to run the last mile without stopping. We did not quite do that, but pretty close--probably the last three-quarters of a mile we ran, crossing the finish line with a time of 44:12 according to my Garmin. That is great for a first race--an average pace of 14:3. The boys were there to greet us, and my grandson was so happy to see Mommy!
I am just bursting with pride at her for doing this. I would never have suggested it to her because I never thought she would be interested in running. Whether she has been bitten by the running bug or not remains to be seen, but I hope so, and I hope we have a chance to do it again. It was fun to do it together!