This week, I ran my VERY FIRST 'real' 5K. I was thinking I was doing pretty great in my running and thought this should be easy. Nope. Not easy.
Mr. Incredible ran with me. I thought that was super sweet. He also did not train. Like at all. And I had 5 solid weeks behind me. I was thinking he would start out strong and lose steam and I would prance by like a gazelle . . . more about that later.
So we arrive over an hour early because I was nervous as all heck. I knew I would finish the race. I also knew I wouldn't necessarily place so I wasn't nervous about the competition. I was mostly nervous on race etiquette. Like - what if I committed some 5K faux pas ? I knew there would be very serious runners there. What if I did something dumb that angered them?! We collected our bibs and t-shirts and headed back to the car to wait . . . I took a couple selfies - of course!
So finally it was time for the kid's race (adorable) and then before I knew it - the starting gun went off! I was full of adrenaline and ran almost the entire first mile. Until I realized that I almost ran the entire first mile and I started this mental freak-out that I would run out of energy if I kept running and I wouldn't make it to then end - and so I started walking. I alternated walking and running for the remainder of the race. The course was along the shores of Lake Michigan - a straight line towards Carthage College, turn around, and a run back to the start line. Just before the 2 mile mark there was a photographer taking pics of people right after they turned and were returning. I was super excited and made a mental note to remember where the photographer was and make sure I was RUNNING at that part. I spend the next leg of the race trying to figure out what I would do for the camera and decided on a cheesy smile and a double thumbs up. Classic, right? Well much to my disappointment when the slow runners like me made it - there was no more picture taking. Here is my picture.
But I made it to the end. My time was a personal best and I placed 156th out of 200. Oh and Mr. Incredible? Pulled away from me immediately and finished an entire 14 minutes before me. With zero training. Seriously?!
There were apples, oranges, donuts, and beer post-race. I know - confusing. Why one would run over 3 miles and then think you know what I really need right now? Beer and a doughnut! Well apparently many people must. Mr. Incredible already had 3 beers down by the time I got there and enjoyed my oranges and bottle of water.
I only ran one other time during week 6 and I was SORE! It was an easy run to try and recover. That 5K kicked my butt - even though I was in 156th place.
There are also no medals for 156th place. I asked.
(To follow my journey from the start - view all my running posts.)