Hey Friends <3
Is everyone gearing up for a day full of fun and fireworks? We celebrated Miss. L’s 1st birthday and in true toddler fashion she napped all afternoon. We actually already celebrated her birthday with family and friends while we were back home this past weekend. Therefore, yesterday was low key. Our plans today are to head to the next town for a big 4th of July potluck picnic and a firworks show after.
My reason for this post today was to talk about my first 5k. I have a love hate relationship with 5ks or any race really. I have always wanted to do one deep down, but also didn’t think there was anyway I could finish in a respectable time.
I finally decided to sign up for one in June to try it out. It was a fundraiser for the local nursing home so I figured at least that was something and I could practice to see where I was.
Boy was I in for it. First, there were not very many people in attendance. I live in a very small town of under 1,000 so not sure what I was expecting. The race started and I decided to just fall in right away with my pace. While everyone else flew by and ahead of me I kept my pace. After running for about 7 minutes, I thought I will run until someone walks. Ha! That was a joke. Everyone in this race was some sort of marathon or 10k racer. They are what I call true runners.
I went into this race knowing I was going to run/walk it, they went into it knowing they were running the whole thing. After about 20 minutes I got a text from my husband telling me a HUGE group had just finish. Here I was just past half way! I was bummed. In fact, I was in tears because I felt like I was running so slow and was incredibly embarrassed.
I ended up finishing in just under 40 minutes. DEAD LAST. Even the 2 mile walkers beat me. I was embarrassed and ashamed. My kids and husband were so proud of me and all I could think about was getting out of there so I can go hide. My hubs talked me into going down to the fire hall feed and a lot of people there were giving me high fives and telling me how proud of me they are. I even had a few people say to me, “well, you did it” and my favorite one, “You finished so who cares, you did it and a lot of people didn’t.”
I guess my point of this post is to express how much judging people really comes into play here. I would like to be able to get out and run miles, but I can’t right now and that’s okay because at least I’m out there doing it. It doesn’t matter how slow you go because you are still passing that person (who is probably judging you for going so slow) that is sitting on the couch watching you out their window. It doesn’t matter how slow you go, because you are doing the best you can.
My advice to anyone wanting to run their first 5k, but afraid they will finish last. Do it anyway! Because at least you had the courage to get up and get out there. Not many people can say that!