I can’t believe it, but I actually ran a 5K. My whole family – my husband, my son and I – all ran it. It was awesome! A truly memorable event. One I will treasure forever.
I’ve never been a runner…not even in when I was in school. I was on the track team, but not as a runner or anything. I was actually the boys’ track team manager. I didn’t participate in sports; I’m just not really that coordinated. But, we did it. I did it. It was a huge accomplishment for me and I am proud of myself for doing it.
Before the race started, I was a nervous wreck. My stomach was in knots. I literally felt like puking. It didn’t help that my husband and I were both very tired. The race was on Saturday morning and on Friday, I was up until about midnight waiting for my husband to come home from visiting his mother in the hospital. (She’s going okay, by the way. She’s on a very slow road to recovery.) By the time he got home and we quit talking and decided to get to bed, it was shortly before 1 a.m. My alarm went off at 6 a.m. because we had to be at the race by 7 a.m.
There were quite a few people signed up for the 5K run…I would guess close to a hundred. When the gun went off and we started, I tried to keep a steady pace and not get caught up in all the excitement. I think I did a pretty good job considering I felt this rush of adrenaline and wanted to go with the crowd. But I knew that if I did that, I probably would have walked in at the finish line instead of run. After about 30 seconds, my pace was apparently too slow for my son, however, so I told him he could take off and we would meet him at the finish line. My husband…my awesomely, wonderful husband…stuck by my side the entire race. I was grateful for that. And I was happy that my son was confident enough to run without anyone he knew by him. I wasn’t sure he would be able to run the whole thing because his asthma has been acting up, but he did and he did an awesome job. And I am so proud of him.
Some people walked the entire race. Others ran the entire race. And there were some that walked and ran. I ran most of it, except when I stopped to drink some water along the route. I kept walking while I was drinking at least and it was only for about 10 seconds. Oh, and I walked for about another 10 seconds when we had about a mile left. I just needed to catch my breath for a second.
We, as in my husband and I, finished the race with a time of 40:10. My son finished the race with a time of 32:21. He probably could have done it in 30 minutes, but he said he didn’t know how to pace himself. He’s never ran a race before either. We tried to finish ahead of the guy who literally carried his runt of mutt with him for half of the race, but to no avail. Despite carrying his dog and walking part of the race, he still beat us. Maybe next time.
Regardless of what our times were, I was excited beyond belief that I actually ran in a 5K. And now, I can’t wait to do another one! I think I have been bitten by the running bug.