Repost: 10 Thoughts From Last Night’s 5K

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I have a confession to make.  I wrote a post for day on Wednesday, BEFORE I had run last night.  It was simply hilarious.  I loved it.  It was thoughts that I knew I’d be thinking during my first 5k.

I was so, so wrong.  I’ll probably post it tomorrow for you because it was funny, but I want to post my thoughts after actually running.  Thanks, Hersch.  Here we go:

1.  I psyched myself down for it.  Yes.  That’s right.  I went and looked at last year’s times, and my fastest practice time was one of the slowest walking times.  I shouldn’t have even looked, but I did.  It was kind of a punch in the gut before I even got started.

2.  I started out WAY too fast.  I looked down at my watch and saw that a quarter mile into it my pace I was running was 5 minutes faster than my usual pace.  I knew I’d run faster, but that completely took my energy away.  My first mile is usually around a 13-minute mile.  I was running an 8-minute mile.  I just lost my steam.

3.  I had to quit running and start walking.  I mentally kicked myself for getting caught up in all the adrenalin with all the “professional” runners.

4.  I’d start running on and off again with my friend Julie who stayed by my side and walked and ran with me the whole time.  I’m so thankful I ran into her along the way.  I think God does that for us.  Plants people to walk with us and encourage us when we’re not at our best.

6.  My friends, Nicole, Melissa, Chase and Adam were all there running, and were there rooting for each other.  Things go so much better with friends.  They were there waiting for me at the finish line.  I was sooo glad to see their faces.  Melissa even had my favorite flavor of Gatorade waiting for me.

7.  My Aunt Kim came up 30 minutes before the race started and stayed the whole time until I finished.  My friend Herschel and his mom sat outside and watched us take off and finish up.  And when I got to the finish line not only were my friends that ran with me there, and my aunt, but my virtually my whole family.  Having people there to cheer you on at the finish?  That’s gold.  You know what else is gold?  Having to respond to 10 texts after the race asking how it went and reading all of the respond back to me, “I’m proud of you.”  I’m so thankful for this group of people I get to walk through this life with.

8.  I got passed by a lot of walkers…when I was running.  There was one lady that probably finished in under 30 minutes.  She was like lightening.  Kudos to you, speed-walking lady.  Next time?  I’d say just go ahead and run.

9.  I beat myself up the whole time, though, as I was walking.  ”What are you doing walking?  You know you can run this distance.  Why in the world did you stop?”  Then the voices from the past that I’ve tried so hard to get rid of started in again.  ”I knew you could never do it.  You just don’t have it in you.  What were you even thinking?”  And I just about gave up and just walked it in.

10.  My friend Tammy met me halfway up the last hill.  ”Do you have it in you to run the rest of the way?  Your family is up there waiting on you.  Make yourself proud.  You can do this.”  That’s when it hit me.  I’d focused so much on what everyone else was doing, what their times were in the past, that the walkers would time better than me, that the 10-year-olds would come in before me, that I forgot the most important thing.  I wasn’t doing this for them.  I wasn’t doing this to compete with them.  I was doing this to prove to myself that I could finish this race.  And you know what?  I did.  And even though I walked most of it, I finished with my fastest time ever.

Thanks, Tammy, for reminding me why I was doing this and for running that last little bit with me.  It means so much more than you know.  And the next one will be better.

Oh, and I don’t know if you caught it before.

I freaking finished a 5K.

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