I ran my second 5K last night. I, the girl who used hate running, was so excited that I could barely sleep Wednesday night. Crazy!
It was my goal to do the race in the 30-35 minute range. I was kind of hoping for 33 minutes, but I wasn’t quite sure what the course was like. I was also determined to run the entire thing. No walking.
This course was tough! There were lots of hills and long, slight inclines. The course I’ve been training on has one long, slight incline. No hills.
I was thrilled that my new Garmin Forerunner arrived, UPS, hours before I had to leave, but in time for me to use!
**Just to bring you up to date, after running on some courses with a known distance, I discovered that the heart rate monitor I got for Valentine’s Day was very inaccurate – up to a mile off on a 3 mile course.
When I saw the Garmin on sale at Amazon for less than $30 more, I quickly returned the first one and put the money towards the Garmin. With some Amazon credit that I had, I actually wound up paying less for the Garmin.
Okay, so, back to the race…
I sometimes wish other people could hear the internal conversation going on in my head when I’m running. It goes something like this:
I’m going to die. I’m never going to be able to run this whole course.
Do not stop running! You know you can run this whole thing. Keep moving!
Okay, you’ve made it 1.5 miles. Just go to 2 and see how you feel.
Okay, I’m at 2. I’ll go to 2.25 and see how I feel. Maybe I’ll walk a little at 2.25.
You’ve made it to 2.25. You know you can make it to 2.5
Yes, I do that that entire time. That may or may not make me certifiably insane. It’s like the cartoon angel/devil on either shoulder arguing with each other. The problem is, I’m not always sure which is which.
I didn’t quite make the time I was going for, but I don’t feel bad about it at all – not with all those hills. I ran the entire thing (albeit, rather slowly at times) and I finished at 34:52, almost a full minute-and-a-half faster than my last time! And, the last time was an almost completely flat course.
Not only did I shave 1.5 minutes off my time, but I also came in 3rd place in my age/gender group! I got a medal, y’all! On my second 5K! I don’t think I could be any more excited.
The funny thing is, Brian and I were making our way to the car because it was freezing. I didn’t expect to place, but we were hanging out on the fringes of the crowd, listening just in case, but ready to make a sprint for the car when someone else’s name was called.
I wish I had a video of us when they announced the 2nd place winner’s time. It was like a cartoon where the two people’s heads whip around to face each other, eyes bugging out, because when we heard her time, I knew it was only a few seconds faster than mine.
Then, sure enough, they called my name. Me, the girl who weighed 220 pounds just 15 months ago. The girl who got seriously winded climbing the stairs in our house. (I was so embarrassed about that, I’d try to disguise the huffing and puffing behind a cough.) Me, the girl who thought she was going to die running 90 seconds a few months ago.
I won an award. For running.
I love this new life. I can’t believe I wasted so many years being morbidly obese. I can’t wait to be at my goal weight and see what all a fit, active life has in store for me.