Yesterday was my first serious 5k. At five thirty I awoke to rolling thunder and flashes of light across the sky. I heard the rain beating down all around the house and wondered if it would stop in time for a dry race.
I drove to pick up Jeckle and by the time we made it to Forest Park the rain had stopped but left muddy footprints. We picked up our bibs and T-shirts. I had over an hour’s worth of music and I was ready. The goal was to finish in under an hour.
We started strong with driving fast beats but there were lots of hills in the first mile. I hadn’t anticipated hills. By the top of the third one, I was winded and felt my pace slowing. I felt a little disappointed but I couldn’t seen to kick it into gear. There was no way I was going to make my goal after that.
Mile 2 was a lot better. Jeckle decided to run the last mile. I cheered her as she took off. Concrete is unforgiving. Besides, I was prepared for very fast walking, not leaving the ground to run. That would have to wait for another race. I was moving as fast as my legs would carry me. I was nearing the end.
Off in the distance I could see the time clock. The display only showed 4 digits. It had not been an hour yet! I focused to see the numbers and it looked like 56 minutes and some seconds. REALLY!?! If I ran, I could make it, but only if I ran like hell.
So, I ran like hell, chest burning and all. I am proud to say I crossed that finish line at 59:15 only 45 seconds to spare! I DID IT!!! Another non-scale victory. I was so proud.