since i work saturdays, i don't often get the opportunity to run in any local 5Ks. i was excited to run one this thanksgiving in wonderful brazil, indiana. a little bit cold, not too scenic, and full of pot holes i finished in a respectable time of 25:49 and secured a participants medal which was given to the first 100 of 151 runners. (to be honest, i was pretty hell bent on getting that medal as i did not want to leave empty handed).
and actually it was more than a little bit cold for me. coming from 80 degrees the night before, the low 40s felt like freezing. i borrowed a hat from a friend which had ear flaps and pom poms that flopped around as i ran. this amused both me and every runner i passed or passed me, i'm sure.
this is how 5K's usually go for me. before it starts i'm almost sick to my stomach nervous even though it's not like i'm trying to win. i think my body is dreading mile 3 so its trying to throw in the towel early. when i start the race, i have so much fun...watching people pass me. i remind myself not to go out too fast and enjoy the scenery. mile two i start passing some people and that feels pretty good. mile 3 i hate life. i'm almost always sure i'm going to throw up at the end. the last .1 mile i try to run my heart out. i'm ususally suprised how much i have left in me and i feel bad ass coming in strong. when i see my time i always think i could have shaved off a few seconds.
i find it funny that something that makes me feel so awful when i'm in it can be so addicting. but the sense of accomplishment that comes in crossing that finish line is what makes it worth it. when you place in your age division, its even better. it's knowing that i set a goal and i completed it. a reason to be proud of myself (especially if i had a good time). when it's 13.1 miles i could bust i'm so proud.
i can't imagine running a marathon. but it's on the bucket list. hold me to it.
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