I can’t believe that I didn’t update on here how I did on my race. The whole family went to the small-town festival and race. My parents, my Mother-in-Law, my kids, and then husband, his brother, and Iran. My BIL joined in last minute and it was really great to visit some pre and post race.
I gave it everything I had and I wasn’t last! My finish time was 41:27 !!!!!
I figured I could finish in 50 minutes, but made 45 minutes my goal. I listened to my C25K podcast until it ran out and went to random songs. The podcast kept me at the pace I am used to working at up to the end of mile two.
I knew I was doing okay during the run because at the 2nd mile my time was 27:something. The last mile was better than I thought, but the last couple blocks were rough. I am thinking I should have eaten some supper as my energy level really plummeted. Evening races must be funny that way. You get yourself all worked up during the day to where supper isn’t even appealing, then you go out and run. Running is so very mental.
I thought I was passing out at the finish. Literally passing out. As in leaning on husband to get my wind and let the black spots fade. I only remember feeling that way once before and it is the one time in my life I did pass out. Crazy the things we do to ourselves. I felt hot and tired going into it, but as soon as I heard my final time and found out that I beat my goal significantly, the dizziness and exhaustion faded. Have I mentioned how mental running can be.
Oh, and I have to share this: To my surprise, my husband meets me just after the last curve (after he had finished) and ran along with me. He alternated between calmly telling me I could do it, where the finish “chute” was, etc. and yelling at the top of his lungs so the kids would see their mommy finish. I was so surprised and pleased, what a man! And, the entire way home CeeCee and Brie alternated telling me how great I did and that I did it. It was late by then, perhaps they were just keeping themselves awake? None the less, it was cute and honestly made me feel like I could run a marathon.
I can not say how good it feels to be able to say I ran a 5K, even though I did walk some (very briskly.) I plan on doing one a month to keep me at it and to eventually be able to all out run it. I went into it with a level head and I know that I gave every ounce of me that I had and didn’t wimp out. Next time, I’ll be seeing my husband at the finish line, he won’t have time to come back for me as I’ll be right on his heels!