When I heard of this 5K run, I thought 'that really isn't much further than my usual route' so I thought this was quite do-able. I wouldn't say I have been working up to this, in fact it was a spur of the moment decision to enter. I never really thought of running with a huge group of people with bells on my shoes. I only discovered a few days before the exact distance I had been running, well and walking mixed in. It was right at 2 miles. A 5K is 3.14 miles. I was nervous - would that extra mile really do me in? Just one more mile really, not bad, right?
|A very festive walker!|
|My 'festive' feet, |
complete with bells
|My Festive Ears|
Dressed and ready to go, I started getting more and more nervous. I had my trusty walk-man, convinced that this was the thing that would get me through without killing myself. Just keep pace with the music, and I would be fine.
Outside before we all lined up to start, I overheard some runners talking about the course.
|'Remember, keep |
your own pace....'
So I was adding a full plus mile to my normal routine, PLUS a killer hill. 'Wait a minute', I thought seeing the map of the route complete with a topography graph at the bottom, 'those are ALL HILLS?'
|My Daughter had bells |
around her neck
|The Starting Line|
|Off we go!|
I was working hard to just keep my normal pace. Nerves. All nerves. I remembered that the beginning is usually hard on my normal daily runs too. It doesn't start feeling easier until at least the 2nd or 3rd song, so I comforted myself that I would be fine.
So I kept on, comforted in the thought that my groove would soon kick in. When the 3rd song was starting I thought, yeah I am good now, falling into a comfortable place.
But wouldn't you know it - HILL. Crap. Ok, more mental talking to myself now. 'Just keep the pace up the hill, and when you reach the top you will slowly recover as you take it your own pace.' So run up the hill I did, breathing heavy, going pretty slow, but still running. And wouldn't you know I did end up passing many of those folks that passed me at the beginning. Yay me! But dangit why is there a shooting pain in my shoulder?!?
So I tried to keep pace and recover for a bit at the top of that hill, but before I could fully get rid of that pain, another hill. And so it went. I had to walk a wee bit, but I walked fast. When I ran again, I just ached for that 2.2 mile water station. Wouldn't you know it, the mile 2 marker was another hill. So I walked into the water station, and grabbed a cup of water thanks to a wonderful family that was handing it out, but could hardly drink it because I was trying to still walk fast and breathing so hard it was difficult to drink. But I did as best I could, and I still felt bad throwing the cup on the ground, but that is what you do...
Once finished with the water, I knew I was in the home stretch now, so back to running. It was uphill, a nice long hill, but I kept running. Then I see my daughter who had run down the course to cheer me on! She rocks. Snapping pics, and running along side me, seeing her gave me energy I didn't think I had. 'You can really do this', she assured me, 'You are almost done!'
The end was near - but wait - that is a steep hill to the finish, dammit. This hill wasn't a long one thank goodness, and it was to the finish, so I started to sprint! I gave it all I had and realized that I can do this! YAY the finish!
To the finish I ran, 34:10 the clock said! I did it in less time than I thought I would! Not bad.
|Tired, but proud. |
Yes I want to do another.
|Jingle All the Way!|