See that woman in black waving her right hand? I was flying by at such a fast pace that even my husband couldn't get a clear picture of me with the camera. I guess we need a faster shutter speed. :)
Today I ran in my very first race EVAH. It was the St. Patrick's Day 8k here in downtown D.C., and I was one of the 5,000+ runners. Apparently most people don't choose the 5-mile distance for their first race, because I got some very strange looks from people when their question of, "Oh, is it a 3k or a 5k?" was answered in the negative on both counts. My response? Go big or go home.
It was an incredibly cold windy morning, and we had all lost sleep from the night before due to the time change. My running buddies and I shivered in the freezing cold before the race--it was miserable. But once we got going, we warmed up right away. Those first two miles were the easiest of my life. I had been told by several "veteran" runners that the race day adrenaline would give me a boost, but I had no idea that it would be that much. In fact, the race was pretty pleasant for the most part. The last mile was difficult because we had a headwind, it was slightly uphill, and there was one more turn right before the finish line which was hard mentally (it's difficult to see the finish line and then have to turn and run down a block and back before actually making it to that finish line), but overall I felt great for most of the race.
I was hoping for a 12:30/mile pace, but I actually bested that by more than a minute! Before the race, I had only dreamed of finishing under an hour, but my final time was 56:53. Woo-hoo! What next? Maybe this?
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