On Saturday I was
running a 5K for real, my first race since April and I actually had a time goal
in mind. I had done this course before, so I knew that it was hilly and going
to be a tough run. It was very, very cold (27 degrees) at the start of the
race. On the first turn I rolled my ankle and was afraid that I wouldn’t be
able to go on, but I did. I can honestly say that I never once thought about
stopping or slowing down (except for the drink station, I always walk through
those. Hal Higdon says it’s okay). When I saw the sign for 2 miles I knew I had
it. I didn’t look at my watch because I was afraid that I might be going too
slow to hit my goal of under 35:00. When I got to the 3 mile mark and had to
run uphill for the last part of the race, I didn’t care, I felt AWESOME! I
haven’t felt awesome on a run since January of 2011. I crossed the finish line
in 34:53, under my time goal!
The other great thing about Saturday was it was the first
race my husband, my son and I had all ran since March of 2011. We didn’t bring
the baby because of the cold and I didn’t want to push that damn jogging
stroller up those hills.
Yesterday on my first week of half marathon training I was
running and I finally had a happy moment to hold onto, that wasn’t from 2 or 3
years ago. I cherish my good run memories and they really motivate me to keep
going or go faster. I want to get back to the point of where running doesn’t
feel like a chore, and I think I might be on my way!