Saturday, September 08, 2012
This morning I did my first 5k.
I was slow, but I did it. I set a goal of finishing in under and hour, but missed that goal by six minutes. That's OK, I did it.
I'm not a runner by any stretch of the term, but my son talked me into running the first stretch (just to get a good start) and OUCH! HUGE mistake, the shin splints kicked in. I wanted to cry. By the time I got to the end of the first mile my shins were on fire and I thought we were in last place.
I stopped to stretch at the water station and said something to the guy about being in last place and he told me that we were not in last place. There was a large group still back there.
This gave me a boost. Look, there's nothing wrong with being in last place - but I really just didn't want to be last. At every race there are casual walkers who just sort of roam the course and I just wanted to at least beat someone who was out for a casual stroll.
The shin splints finally relaxed about half way through the race and I was even able to pick up the pace for the last mile.
I have to say if it weren't for my son who walked with me, I don't know that I would have fought through that pain in the first mile. He was awesome! I told him that he could run ahead and get a better time, but he said nope, he wanted to stay with me. I was really touched that he wanted to do this with me.
This was a big step for me. I never thought I would really do this. So thankful.
Onward we go...