1.14.2013

My "First" 5K

This weekend I successfully completed my first 5K. Technically I've done two 5Ks in the past but I was 12 for one of them and hungover for the other so this was my first one as an actual running (jogging) adult. Over the past couple of months I've been running 3-4 days a week both at the gym and outdoors so signing up for a 5K seemed like a logical thing to do, plus running with a goal in mind is so much better than just running for the heck of it.

The 5K was in Cowpens, South Carolina and was hosted by a local running organization. I really, really wanted to find a 5K that supported a cause I cared about because running is stupid and paying to run is even more stupid. If the money were going to a good cause I would feel much better about it. Unfortunately, my friend and I were unable to find a January race nearby that was cause-oriented, so we paid 20 bucks each to run for no real reason.


My three goals going into the race were: don't die, don't walk, and don't take more than 30 minutes to cross the finish line. Thanks to the man upstairs and the fact that a good third of the race was downhill, I completed all three goals. There was one point during the race that I thought I might have to walk, or worse, vomit, but I pushed through and thought about the wonderful shower and meal I was going to indulge in post-race. After I crossed the finish line I kept running--straight into a field of grass where I sprawled out gracefully and tried to catch my breath/slow my heart rate/stay alive.

I finished in 29:23; 44th out of the 115 women who participated and 129th out of the 245 total runners. Most importantly, I finished THIRD in my age group!!!! Not too flabby. (Excuse the pun).

A scene from my favorite movie, Forrest Gump. This is basically how the race was, with me in the front and everyone else trying to catch up with me. I didn't have on a hat, however. Or a beard.

Although I by no means consider myself a runner, it felt amazing to reach a running goal. I heard the other day that 90% of Americans can't run a mile and I survived running three in less than half an hour. I don't love running, but I do love the feeling of completing a run. I love getting faster and feeling stronger. I love pushing my body to see what my limits actually are. Most of all though, I love how my abs look like a Hershey bar post workout.

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