OK, to be perfectly honest, this wasn’t exactly my first 5K. Back in the late nineties, I did the AIDS 5K Walk, the key word there being WALK. I remember how sore I was after walking that and I was much younger and lighter back then. So even though I have covered this distance before, I’m just gonna keep calling this one my first.
So those of you who have followed along know that I did not complete by couch to 5K training plan (yet). I got to the second workout of week 5 and I actually hadn’t run for about 2.5 weeks before yesterday. So to say I felt a little unprepared is an understatement. But I looked up some past times (to make sure there were some over an hour) and told myself that even if I walked the whole thing, I likely wouldn’t be last. I must say that didn’t do much for my confidence but whatevs.
I went to bed early last night. Or I tried but I was pretty nervous so it took a while to fall asleep. I also woke up several times during the night. Maybe the extra hydration yesterday was part of that problem. I got up early so I could have some coffee to help “clean things out” before heading to a place with only porta potties. Then I had some toast, PB and jelly and a yogurt and got ready to rock. Hubby, A and T came with me for support.
When we got there, they were starting stretches and we hit the porta potty just in case. Then we lined up to start.
I started out “running” (let’s just refer to it as running although it wasn’t much faster than some young kids’ walking pace). It started out uphill so I ended up walking pretty soon. The course was through a neighborhood will some flat and some hilly parts. And some freakin’ ginormous houses! Wow.
I pretty much just alternated between running and walking. Walking uphill, running downhill, some of both on flat spots. I had one fairly long run (not sure how long but it sure felt long) in the middle.
The home stretch was all downhill. As I crested the hill to start down, I was walking and when my brain told my legs to start running, they refused. It was like I couldn’t lift them the tiny bit higher to start to run. It was very weird. My brain kept coaxing and they finally complied. So I hit the downhill and saw my kids’ and Hubby. I waved and T started to run along the side with me. I was calling out to him to either go back to Daddy or stay with me. Then I got close to the finish and sprinted leaving him behind. Luckily he stopped and waited for Hubby so even thought it took me a minute to find him again, he was safe.
The clock at the end was just under 50 minutes. I won’t know my official time until later. I was secretly hoping to end in under 50 minutes so I was really happy about that.
Afterwards I steered clear of the gluten (pizza, bagels) and got some fruit and yogurt. Hugged the kids and drank some water. All in all, it was a great experience. Already thinking about another one after I have completed the couch to 5k plan and have more running under my belt.
When I got home, I treated myself to a nice iced coffee and ibuprofen. So sore already.