Saturday, February 09, 2013
Today was my first 10k and I finished it in 75 minutes (that looks better than 1hr 15 min). I honestly think everyone should participate in some type of event they "think" they can do, but as the event is going on, you are thinking "WHAT AM I DOING??"
The race itself started at 9:45, but I arrived at 7:45 so I could get a decent place to park, dd in tow, If I ever fail to mention, it was a balmy 22 degrees at this point. Since I am already registered and have my number, I pop into the mail building to say hi to the gal running the event. She and I worked together at the Y. I always admired Samra--she is one tough cookie, but if your are her fried, she is a friend to the end. Sorry, I digressed. DD and I got a few samples from the sponsors (100 calorie "bite"bars, and I ate 2 in 30 seconds..lol).
Believe it or not. the race did start at 9:45. I lined up with all the other runners, heard the course route, then off we go. It figures the race starts UPHILL...ugh. I am running at this point, and I am watching people pass me (no worries yet, these are the people who are running freaks). Then I notice the other people passing me.....a lot of them were not as fit as me, per se, and there THEY go. Then the people in their 60's plus are passing me---what the heck? This is where I get frustrated....I should be able to beat them, right?? Nope. wrong answer--there they go. I started walking--running hurt and I can walk faster than I can run. I am watching these people who I should be beating or at least keeping up with move farther away from me. This is when I'm thinking, this was a big mistake, I can't do this. If I can't keep up here, how can I even think I can finish the Pittsburgh Marathon in May?? I catch up with an older woman, and she told me her trick,,,walk 2 minutes, run 2 minutes. HMMMM...I can do that! I ask her if I can run with her (as she was my pacer as I followed her) and she gladly accepted, The 2 min walk arrived, and my body said "No way" to running, I told her to go on, and I kept walking, Shallow statement alert...I am beating myself up thinking how can these overweight people keep running and I cant? I then think--they may be able to out rum me, but I KNOW I can out spin them, beat them in 1 minutes drills, etc. This is their THING,, their passion. Running is not my passion. It never will be. I change the music on my ipod to a playlist that will pull me through; TurboSport 1...my favorite TurboKick class ever, and keep chugging along.
I come up upon a huge clearing in the course along the lake and think "if I knew how thik the ice was, I would gladly cut across just to be out of the cold as I am walking into a headwind. Nope--keep on chugging along.
Although I was one of the last to finish, I did it. I was humbled by the fact that there were people who I would never in a million years were runners beating me, but this is what puts me in my place. It reminds me I am not a runner and never will be. Running is not my passion and never will be. But I can complete anything I put my mind to, proud and humbled.