I ran a 5K last weekend. The Miss Santa 5K, which I ran last year, and which was the first ‘real’ 5K I ran. I started running again in preparation for this year’s race a few weeks ago, but prior to that I hadn’t run since April. Oh, also I was pretty jet lagged, having just flown back from the West Coast the night before.
Let’s just say I didn’t have super high hopes.
Let’s also say that I BLASTED my way through this race! I ran the whole thing without stopping to walk once, and shaved nearly FOUR MINUTES off my last 5K time from April. Four minutes! Ridic! I finished with a time of 33:52 (exactly 5 minutes better than my 2011 time), a 10:50 pace and was in the middle of the pack of runners (compared to last year when I was one of the last people to finish). Not too shabby.
I’m pretty proud of myself right now. It’s been an asshat of a year but it’s events like this that make me realize how far I’ve come.
This is me. Running a 5K. I was in the homestretch– as they say, so close yet so far away. I could see the finish line and all I wanted to do was slow down and walk, but I was determined to finish strong.
This is me. Super excited after finishing my 5K. I had just fallen over because I overbalanced the first time I tried to show my excitement in a pose. I am a klutz.