My first 5K
Monday, May 21, 2012
I ran my very first 5K on Saturday. I never thought I would run in my life much less participate in a race of any kind. I am smiling really big in this picture because I am SO proud of myself. I am standing with a friend that I run in the mornings with. She says next year I can do a 10K. We'll have to see about that.
What I didn't expect...
I didn't expect to be so upset by all the people passing me. It motivated me to keep going. I didn't realize I was so competitive! I did not walk even though it was over 80 degrees and I desperately hated my life several times during the race! I love running, but not when it's hot and humid. Blech!
I didn't expect fellow runners to be so encouraging. Those that finished first ran back towards us in the final stretch and hollered out kind things like, "Good job! You can do it!"
I didn't expect the community to be so inclusive. There were over 1200 people that ran and afterwards they all hung around to talk, slap backs and celebrate the accomplishment. It was an incredible vibe.
And lastly, I didn't expect to feel so full, so relieved that it was over and so tired. (that was probably the heat)
I'm glad I did it. It was worth it. The self confidence I gained is priceless. When I'm 80 years old I'll tell my grandkids, "Once upon a time this old gal ran a 5K and it was glorious."