My FIRST 5k!!!! WITH PICTURES
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Today I ran my first 5k! I finished, and I cried through the last straightaway.
I promised some pictures though.
This is my oldest daughter Mia-Vassa. She ran in the bambini lauf.
FINALLY after making it through the long line got my bib.
Runner 1977 ready to go. Yes it's cold and No I'm not taking my coat off until it's time to line up!
That's me and my friend Karen who pretty much kept me going through the whole thing and wouldn't let me beat myself up over having to stop so frequently. I basically jogged a minute walked a minute jogged 5 minutes walked 2 minutes etc. I had to slow down many times.There are no pictures of me crossing the finish line because bryan took the kids to the play ground and I'm ok with that. Having 2 kids sit and stare at a track is torture. Plus I totally cried at the end I who wants to see pictures of me crying :P Maybe when they post the professional pictures I can post some.
My FIRST 5k experience was AMAZING and painful and awful and I wanted to throw up and I did cry a little bit but mostly it was AMAZING. I was totally nervous for the last couple days and this morning. We got there early and the kids were all running around with their numbers on we just sort of accidentally got a number for Mia-Vassa who was pretty apathetic to the whole event. Mostly she was mad that the thing she thought was a bouncy house turned out to be a bouncy shelter with no bouncy part :/
I suffered through my awful German skills asking people where I was supposed to get my number from. Finally after walking the ENTIRE area and all the tents I found the room nice and warm where they were giving the numbers out. I got my number. Runner number 1977 :) Super NERVOUS but super happy. When the time came to line up I tried to line up to the middle back-ish area so when I needed to start walking I wouldn't feel so bad about everyone passing us. Well it turns out my worst nightmare came true about 10 minutes into the race I WAS DEAD LAST! I know somebody has to be last but I didn't want it to be me! The guy who follows the runners on the bike (is this normal? I assume he's the make sure no one dies guy) at one point maybe engouragingly shouted "come on ladies" to Karen and me when we slowed down. She swears it was encouraging but I wanted to die and all I heard was "DAMMIT LADIES don't slow down AGAIN!" maybe all that blood rushing to my ears distorted things a bit. Then I got super extra conscious of the fact that this super fit guy ON A BIKE was following me and my fat jiggling self. Was he grossed out by my jiggling fat? Was he silently judging me. I started thinking about just quiting. I just wanted to get off the trail. I didn't want this guy following me anymore. Eventually somewhere between halfway and the last quarter we gained on another small group of runners and passed them leaving fit bike guy behind. This made me feel SOO much better. I continued my walk jog pace and when we came around for the last bit back into the stadium I knew there was no more walking. I jogged out the end of the race tears in my eyes and wheezing like crazy but I DID IT!!! I was so amazed with what I had accomplished today. The random clumps of people cheering on strangers helped a lot! Every time I passed a group of cheering people I felt a little better I tried a little harder. I finished 3rd to last with a time of 41 minutes 21.3 seconds I came in 681st place HAHAHA!
I've decided that even though I look like a total goober in some of the pictures I am going to frame my bib and my pictures. It's a reminder that I CAN keep going, I CAN push through and it WILL get easier. Today I completed my 3rd goal for April and I have to say. I'm pretty darn proud of myself.