When I was in grade school I loved to run. In fact, I kinda prided myself on being quite fast too. I used to race my friend around the parking circle in our school and win even if she cheated (she pretended to be injured so that I would go back to her position then she took off). That sort of stopped once I reached high school since I joined the Taekwondo club.
I sort of lost the interest I had in running and only started in it again because first, my hubby is really into it right now and two I desperately want to lose weight. I decided to read up and check all those internet articles of couch to 5k and stuff like that. I did in fact run a 3k race and was really tired from it. I didn’t think I wanted to even try a 5k. However, I wanted to set a goal for myself and this seemed like a really good thing to aspire to.
So I promised myself to start a running/training regimen. I was steadily increasing my mileage in every week. Then I got sick and couldn’t run for a week. I was scared that if I tried to push myself I’d relapse so decided to start a bit less than what I had originally targeted for that week. I had to fast track my increased mileage and was taking really good care of myself so that I wouldn’t get sick.
The weekend of the race I found myself with my monthly guest. This happened on my 3k race as well and I wondered when I could finally get a break and not have to race with my abdomen feeling swollen from water weight gain. The morning of the race I actually had a cramp attack as we were parking. However the pain passed and I did a bit of a warm up.
This is actually the best race I’ve attended. Yeah it is the second race but still. Before we ran there were a bunch of warm up exercises! There were a lot of water stations and a lot of people manning these water stations. You would not get confused at all with your race route since there was a person with a megaphone telling you to turn left or go straight.
My legs took a pounding since I run on a treadmill not the road. My right leg was complaining the whole time and the arch of my left foot was painful. Still I trudged on mostly walking and running when I could find the energy to do so. I didn’t have any music with me since hubby had co-opted my IPod Nano. I just tried to motivate myself by chanting “I will not let the little kid beat me!”
I finished with a chip time of 45:15 which is much better than what I anticipated. I had hoped at the very least to do under 50 minutes and this is quite good for my first 5k. At least that’s what hubby says.
It is truly fantastic for me to at least say that I was able to run a 5k. I think I’ll work on improving my endurance so that I can run more than I walk and maybe finish with a faster pace in my next race.
Wait, did I say next race? Hmm…















