Fortunately I set my expectations low for the 5K I ran yesterday. My friend, Dee, who joined me had called a couple days before to say she was really out of shape and planned to walk some of the way. I told her no problem since, as mentioned, walkers have passed me with my slow jogging pace. The route started off a little uphill. I felt my back tightening up–great. Thankfully it passed and I pressed on pain-free. Our steady pace allowed us to chat off and on and enjoy seeing all the people encouraging the runners along the way. At one point we passed a fireman walking in full gear (minus the mask) with a tank on his back. I thought if he beats me to the finish line I really have let myself go! Dee only walked maybe three times for a couple minutes then started running again, so I never stopped jogging and was able to stay beside her by adjusting my pace. Our fastest mile was the last one as that second wind concept really happened. Rounding the corner to the home stretch, I felt that rush I’ve experienced years ago running races. You did it. It’s almost over. 42 minutes isn’t bad for someone who would have been cool with 15-minute miles. Now on to the pancake breakfast!
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 48
This post was written by Tara on June 25, 2012