Sidenote: if you have a minute you should head over to 13.1 Miles to Disney's blog and read her race recap. I may or may not make a guest appearance in her post.
Well, the race came and went and I didn't do it. Not really too close to it either. I finished in 31+ minutes. Not a PR and didn't reach my goal. But I did finish and that is always my first and foremost priority.
Actually, my first and foremost priority of any race is to have fun. I try to take in the scenery, relax and enjoy the experience...which is some times easier said than done.
Saturday was rough. When my alarm went off I debated on turning it off, going back to sleep, and skipping it. That has never happened before for me but I woke up exhausted, dehydrated and just physically worn out. I wasn't too hopeful I would even be able to run a 5K.
But I got up, started rehydrating and psyching myself up. I put on some music. Got dressed. Realized my running shoes were down in my car which was on base (which is not really close to where we live) left there the night before. So, I wore my old shoes, which was no big deal, but of course threw me for a loop for a minute.
Once I was lined up at the start I began to get a bit nervous. It was hot, sunny (I was literally running to any patches of shade I could find) and humid. It was probably my first time running in such crappy conditions since moving from San Antonio. It was not really enjoyable. I was just so exhausted and so thirsty and I knew it would be a struggle from start to finish.
And it was.
It was definitely the hardest 3.1 miles I have ever run. And no, I did not finish in under 30 minutes. But I ran it, for the most part, and I finished in a pretty good time for me. I'm not disappointed in my performance because on Saturday morning, 31 minutes was the best I could do.
And I still have over 6 months to try to cross the sub-30 5K goal off my list.
It will happen.
I am getting faster. And stronger. And I know I will do it.
And yes, it sucks writing this - trying to not feel like a failure but you know what? I KNOW I am not a failure. Not showing up, quitting because conditions were less than ideal- that would make me a failure.
No, I think if anything else I am stronger because of this experience and I walk away from it knowing I can do so much more than I ever thought I was capable of.
'In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.' ~ Albert Schweitzer
I promise I won't overlook the flowers...
Before,sporting my favorite race shirt :)
At the finish, being chased by Marines running in formation and calling cadence. Scary!