|Warming up before the race|
There were a lot of runners there but not too many that it was over whelming. The start "gun" went off and at about the same time I could definitely feel the adrenaline pumping. It was a little difficult picking my pace but once the crowd thinned out I was in pretty good shape. The course was really well planned out and there were volunteers at every turn showing us where to go. Around the end of the first mile, several people started passing me and I was getting a little discouraged. It occurred to me that feeling sorry for myself and continuing to look back wasn't doing me any good. I also felt a little bad about "making sure" that there were people behind me.
About 2 miles in I stopped for a quick break to catch my breath and a lady ran up behind me and encouraged me to keep going. I nearly ran the rest of the race by her side or right behind her. I never got to talk to her after the race but I will be forever grateful for her presence today. The race was in a local park and the surrounding neighborhood so when I left the neighborhood and entered into the park again I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the snow and the lake.
I finished the race in 39:59. This was about 2:30 faster than my practice time. I couldn't be happier with that accomplishment. This probably sounds silly but Miller Park is always a part of town thats dear to my heart. I grew up in that park, going to the zoo with my grandpa, fishing with my husband and going to various events throughout the years. I'm proud to live in Bloomington-Normal so chosing to run my first race here made perfect sense to me. I loved crossing the finish line by the zoo and the pavilion. The best part was seeing my husband, my mom and my sister as I crossed the finish line.
In the last couple weeks, every time I imagined crossing that finish line, I thought I was going to cry. It surprised me that I didn't. I was extremely proud of myself but I think I was just completely overwhelmed with my surroundings that I didn't have a whole lot of time to "take it all in". I also had a fairly negative interaction with a race volunteer at the finish line. In the moment, it took away from being proud of what I had accomplished. BUT, I'm choosing not to let her "steal my thunder." Also, next time I run a race I will make a good music playlist so that I'm not distracted by Pandora and her silly music choices.
I DID IT! I DID IT I DID IT!
|I'm in the red.|
|My husband and I after the race, eating Avanti's.|
When I'm feeling discouraged I like to refer back to this post by one of my favorite bloggers, Mama Laughlin. Today I feel like I am finally able to say I am a Runner.