Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Delhi 5k Covered Bridge Run...

I ran the 5k covered bridge run on Saturday - June 2, 2012.  It was only the second race I have ever competed in and it was so amazing.  The night before, I was like a kid waiting for Santa.  I could not sleep, totally restless and super excited.  I woke up at 6 am - ate some oatmeal...did some stretching.  My hubby Harry went with me and we picked up my friend Ehren along the way who is an awesome athlete (her time was 26:16).  We arrive with about 30 minutes to spare...so we register and then go for a quick brisk run right before the start.

The whistle blows at 9 am sharp...the race begins.  I had a game plan going into this, since my last race I had no idea what to expect.  I started with a nice easy pace...concentrating on breathing and not stopping.  I hit the 1 mile mark...got some water...continued maintaining my pace...The first mile was fine.  The 2nd mile was starting to become harder...I told myself - FOCUS - pace yourself, then we hit a hill....UUGGHHH I hate hills! 

I continue and get over the hill...now my legs are throbbing and I am seriously drenched in sweat.  I pull off my long sleeve shirt tie it around my waist and continue to run...I am nearing the 3 mile mark and I start to slow down, my legs hurt...my mouth is dry...I am starting to feel nauseas...I want to stop and wallk.  I slow down and then stop - I was so mad at myself.  I start to have a serious mental fight with myself, I rip off my earphones and tell myself - stop your -HIT and a few other words that I won't write. You came this far why would you stop now...I knew I was so close, so I started to run...I ran like my life depended on it --- I see the finish line up ahead so close, then I am actually crossing the finish line (30:13)!  It was so awesome and I was so happy that I didn't give up even though it was tough and my body and mind wanted to stop.  I was so proud of myself and my little handmade wooden medal...

Me with my handmade wooden medal for 2nd place in my age group

I'm coming in for the stretch almost crossing the finish line

Ehren and I after the race...

Me recovering after the race...

Now that I have been running for quite some time, I actually love it and enoy the time I get to myself.  It's hard to describe the feeling...

I will keep you posted on my next one...I am also training for the Spartan Race 2013.

Thanks for stopping by,

Be well,

1 comment:

  1. Congrats again on the run,it really is brilliant,i could never do it i've never been a runner.My Dad used to run & compete in races & i used to try & go with him sometimes but i was useless!I can walk till the cows come home, i was walking 12km's a day or more when i was pregnant with my son but running i pretty much suck at lol! Good on you for not giving up:)