I did it. I ran my very first official race, my very first 5k.
The race was organized by a friend and neighbor of mine to benefit another friend and neighbor of mine who is fighting some very mean cancer cells in her body.
I figured it would be the perfect first race to run. Low key, very friendly, full of people that I love, great cause, and no chance of me coming in last (hee hee).
This is my friend Esther and I up at dark-thirty waiting for the race to start. I may have been a little enthusiastic about not being late for my first race.
Everyone needs a friend who will on short notice (like the night before) voluntarily wake up at some ungodly hour to run a race and go as slow as you want to. If you live in the area, I highly recommend her, just remember I saw her first.
And we're off at the sound of a cap-gun shot (not quite the same affect as a real gun)
The grand finish-- this must prove that I ran the entire time, right? Right??
I'm pretty sure I have the best husband and kids in the world-- look how they supported me and cheered me on.
And for the record:
we all froze
I did wear shoes (I'm unable to go that long barefoot just yet)
My time was-- I did it. Seriously, when I ran past the clock, the numbers disappeared and the words "you did it!!" replaced them.
I'll worry about my time next race.