5k
In January, Danny and I decided to run a half marathon. It's something we've always wanted to do and we wanted to train at our own pace with no pressure from anyone else that was doing it too. Unfortunately, with my bladder problems, I don't think that will be happening. We'll see. As part of that training, we signed up to do a 5K in American Fork.
After two weeks, my health problems made it almost impossible to get ready for the race because running is very high impact and it was hard on my knees as well as my bladder. It's embarrassing to say but it's true. But we were determined to do the race anyway.
The first couple miles weren't my favorite. It seems like I finally found a rhythm with only 1.1 mile to go. Darnit. Danny could have left me in the dust but he was kind and let me set the pace.
Once we were getting close to the starting line {which I assumed would be the finish line} and all the balloons, I told Danny I wanted to sprint to the finish line. So I did. And then I noticed that the rest of the people were still running...then I looked up and saw several volunteers clapping and shouting that we were almost there and to keep it up! I wanted to throw up because I seriously gave it all I had to sprint to the "end" which really wasn't the end. I didn't want to walk through the finish line because that seems lame so I just kept trudging a long and Danny easily caught up to me because I was going so slow. I honestly thought I was going to pull a Biggest Loser and puke all over the place. But we finished and we did it together. I guess Danny beat me by .03 seconds but who's counting?
Oddly enough, my time on this race was almost identical to the 5K I did a couple years ago with Amy (and I actually trained for it for about 5-6 weeks that time). So I felt pretty darn good about that.
We enjoyed some Kneaders french toast and some fruit afterwards. I didn't really feel like eating but all I had had to eat up until that point was a mini cliff bar and I was shaking from hunger! All the half marathoners got medals and I was a little bit jealous that we weren't coming in from a 13 mile race but I know that you have to start somewhere and that's exactly what we did.
Here's those darn balloons that deceived me into thinking it was the Finish Line. The funny thing is, as we were leaving, a couple who was running side by side went through the balloons and grabbed their hands together, raising them into the air with triumph as they crossed through them. The guy shouted something joyful into the air and then quickly came to the same realization that I did...awkward....Keep running, dude. It's not the end. At least my mistake wasn't so flashy :)
While walking back to the car, we randomly saw the Chick-Fil-A cow making his way to the runners. He probably just wanted some of that french toast...
I'd like to do another race with Danny. It was a fun experience and even if we never hit that half marathon mark, we're doing something good for ourselves and that felt really good.
After two weeks, my health problems made it almost impossible to get ready for the race because running is very high impact and it was hard on my knees as well as my bladder. It's embarrassing to say but it's true. But we were determined to do the race anyway.
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| Let's do this thing. |
Once we were getting close to the starting line {which I assumed would be the finish line} and all the balloons, I told Danny I wanted to sprint to the finish line. So I did. And then I noticed that the rest of the people were still running...then I looked up and saw several volunteers clapping and shouting that we were almost there and to keep it up! I wanted to throw up because I seriously gave it all I had to sprint to the "end" which really wasn't the end. I didn't want to walk through the finish line because that seems lame so I just kept trudging a long and Danny easily caught up to me because I was going so slow. I honestly thought I was going to pull a Biggest Loser and puke all over the place. But we finished and we did it together. I guess Danny beat me by .03 seconds but who's counting?
Oddly enough, my time on this race was almost identical to the 5K I did a couple years ago with Amy (and I actually trained for it for about 5-6 weeks that time). So I felt pretty darn good about that.
Here's those darn balloons that deceived me into thinking it was the Finish Line. The funny thing is, as we were leaving, a couple who was running side by side went through the balloons and grabbed their hands together, raising them into the air with triumph as they crossed through them. The guy shouted something joyful into the air and then quickly came to the same realization that I did...awkward....Keep running, dude. It's not the end. At least my mistake wasn't so flashy :)
While walking back to the car, we randomly saw the Chick-Fil-A cow making his way to the runners. He probably just wanted some of that french toast...
I'd like to do another race with Danny. It was a fun experience and even if we never hit that half marathon mark, we're doing something good for ourselves and that felt really good.
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