My first 5k was on Saturday morning. I studied up and made sure I did everything I could to prepare for the big event, and everything seemed to go wrong. The night before the race, I went out to dinner with friends, and passed on anything that might dehydrate me. I went to bed early in hopes of getting lots of rest so I would feel great for the race, and I went over what I thought was the route of the race about 100 times.
The meal I had for dinner was way too fatty and bloating. I woke up Saturday morning and I looked and felt like I was 6 months pregnant. My daughter caught the flu, and ended up throwing up all night so I think I got about 2 hours of sleep total. I figured my sheer adrenaline would still get me through the run with no problem, until we got to the starting line and I realized I had been studying the wrong map. The course had tons of hills. I have yet to train on hills. Oh man. Also, let's not forget that I had a terrible cold and a low grade fever to boot.
I ran the race. I finished the race. I still, despite all of the elements trying to bring me down, had an amazing time. I was so proud of myself (and my fellow novice running partner, Lisa ) that I seemed to forget everything that went wrong. I even shed a small tear or two after I crossed the finish line.
I am so excited to choose and sign up for my next race, I can barely contain myself. I am also pretty excited to train on some hills. I can't believe I haven't done it yet. This was definetly a learning experience, but it's about the journey, not the destination, right? Right.
See you all at the 10k!
P.S. My daughter and I are both feeling much better.