Today I ran my very first 5K and thought I was going to die, except I didn't. And it felt great. Except for the Near Vomiting Experience at the end. And the fact that the string holding my shorts up came out and started dangling down my leg. And my shirt, which seemed long enough the last time I wore it, was not long enough at all , so my belly was hanging out . I was using one hand to hold up my britches and the other hand to wave down the medical personnel after I crossed the finish line.
Why I feel good about this race:
- It was in honor of Dr. Bobby Stewart, a local doctor who succumbed to cancer and left behind a wonderful, beautiful family, who were there in full force today.
- I had not really trained properly (or at all?) for a 5K. I walk and jog sporadically, but until today I had not run 3 miles +/- and was convinced I would resort to walking.
- I did not walk one bit.
- I ran alongside a wonderful lady, Mrs. Gibbs, who is an inspiration. She's beautiful, talented and a very good runner. (And she's a decade older than me but looks twenty years younger.)
-It was an achievement, plain and simple.
Why I felt bad about this race:
-See opening paragraph.
-I nearly threw up.
-I had not eaten in 24 hours due to having a bad day yesterday. I might have had a glass or two of wine. Might, I said.
-My clothing would not cooperate.
-My son BEAT me. He's 12. And he has never run anything over a mile. And he's 12. And he BEAT ME!!!! (I am proud of him, but I am very competitive.)
-I came in 42nd. Yes, 42nd. Out of 52.
But at least I did not throw up at the finish line where they were taking pictures. I'm afraid they did get a shot of my belly hanging out and the string dangling down my leg though.