The Great Race
Monday, September 26, 2011
Yesterday, I ran in my second 5K (first one was last Thanksgiving). I was so nervous about the run, not as much as for the first one but more of an uncomfortable nervousness. I shouldn't have been because the race was awesome! I could feel myself running faster and even though I was tired, had a stitch in my side by mile 2, and just wanted to be done, I finished at 31:13! That's almost 4 minutes faster than last year. A friend at work asked me what my goal for the race was going to be. I told him I was aiming for 32 minutes, thinking that knocking 2 minutes off would be doable. He told me to go for 30 minutes. I thought he was crazy and as I was leaving work on Friday evening, he reminded me, "30 minutes!" As I crossed the finish line yesterday, I was so proud that I was mere seconds away from that 30 minute goal. I couldn't wait to go into work this morning and tell my colleague.
Running in this race changed me, or at least changed my thinking. Maybe I want to try to really outdo myself with running—maybe I could be a "real" runner if I work at it. Maybe I could opt for the 5 mile run instead of the 5K on Thanksgiving this year. Maybe I can push myself to finish up this damn weight loss and be done with it...this year! Maybe this was what I needed to get myself back on track. I can smell my spark being ignited again. And it smells good.
Good things to come from me, watch out!