5K anyone? Well that’s what I did today. My first in fact! Yes, I’m 44 and entered my very first one. I really don’t like to run. In the past I would hear of ladies who said they ran and I thought, “No thanks!”
A couple of months ago, I decided to give running a try. Or I should say I gave jogging a try…running would look alot better than what I do. So, out to our dirt road I began the “training”. You see our road is pretty rough, not quite a mile long, and involves a creek crossings, some sizable rocks, and pretty good inclines.
For two weeks, well…I barely made it a mile. The next two weeks, I managed to work up to about two. The next three weeks looked much the same. This past week, I was finally able to do three miles….well kinda.
Race day arrived with a blast….a blast of cold air! The day began with temps in the low forties. Under layers of excercise clothes, ipod and chapstick in hand, I headed out the door for the 5k. Registration, a number pinned on my back, I lined up with some great friends and off we went. The race was underway….
Around cabins, up a few little hills, and then the mother of all hills….OUCH! Throw in some nice curves to make a loop out behind the camp, ending back where we started. Exhausted?….yes! Surprised?…to say the least! Feeling accomplished?…..you bet! No, I didn’t win. I didn’t set any records. I came in fourteenth, my time a little over thirty two minutes, but a personal accomplishment….absolutely!