It's the Sunday after race day and I'm sitting here with my second cup of coffee, sitting in my sun room, The Coffee House playing in the background and I feel peace. The race was not as I expected but I did it.
The race yesterday was not good. The day before I did what I was supposed to, drank lots of water, rested, ate light, and went to bed early. I went to bed at 10 only to wake up in a coughing fit at 11:30 and it went on, and I was awake, until 2:30. Our alarm went off at 5:55 and when it did I thought, "fuck!!". Thankfully we had already paid for this race otherwise I am fairly certain my butt would not have gotten out of bed that morning.
But I did, and that was the first step. I got ready, even put make up on {such a girl} and we were out the door to drop KP off at my in-laws by 7. On our way to the race we listened to some upbeat, fun {LMFAO and Ke$ha if you were wondering} music to get us pumped, it worked. Once we got there I forgot I was even sick. Seeing all the people was a thrill and the weather was pretty much perfect. I could do this.
My girls Lindsey, Holly & Alicia met us there and I thought there was no way this could be bad because these girls are too much fun to have a bad race, they did not disappoint. For the most part we were together the whole race and that was awesome, especially for me, the first time runner.
On our way Jimmy had said to me, "what's our goal for today?" and my answer to him was to finish. Initially my goal had been to run the entire race, regardless of my time, but after the rough night and stupid sore throat my goal had changed to, "just finish".
Somewhere into mile 2 Alicia got a cramp and I felt like I was going to die so we slowed down to a fast walk for about a half mile or so when we met up with Lindsey and ran to the finish line {with a Sunkist 10 in hand}. My final time was 36:20 which is the worst 5K I've run to date. Before that I was averaging about a 9:30 mile so I added about 2 minutes to my mile during this race. Am I happy with this time? HECK NO! But? I finished, and that deserves a pat on the back.
How did I feel about running though? I hated it. As soon as we were finished Jimmy was so pumped that he immediately asked what 5K we would be running next to which I quickly gave him a serious side-eye. Next? There will be no next! I had such a miserable run and felt like total shit, there was no way I was thinking about the next run. I never wanted to run again, another day in my life.
But then today I thought more about it. I had a great night sleep {hello 8:30-7} and felt refreshed and clear-headed when I woke up. I will do another 5K, soon. In fact, I think April 15th is the next date. I want to do another one where I feel good, am not sick, and prove to myself that I can do this thing. I can RUN a 5K. This next one is along the Hoover Dam and it's gorgeous so should make for a very easy run based on scenery alone.
Most people say you get a runners high and become addicted after your first one, that is not the case with this girl. For me, if I did better this time I would be done with 5Ks altogether, put a fork in me, I'm done. But, for the sake of proving it to myself, I'll do another one. Who knows, maybe after that one I'll feel that way. Maybe. We'll see.













