
So, I ran my first 5k this weekend and I didn’t finish last, I didn’t puke, and I didn’t die! Based on all of these things, I pretty much won.
I was all ready for it. I picked up my packet the day before, I downloaded some terrible, yet well-paced music and synced my ipod, I went to a nice hour-long yoga session to stretch loosen up, I carbo-loaded (which was the real reason I signed up for a race in the first place) and I even went to bed at a (fairly) reasonable hour, at least for me. I woke up on time in the morning, got myself ready, ate some breakfast, and sauntered on over to the race.
But, uh, here’s the thing. I was a little late.
So, listen. I SWEAR the lady who gave me my packet, T-shirt, and instructions told me to BE THERE at 8 am. Turns out, she told me the race started at 8. I showed up at about 8: 05 am and the race had already started.
Whoops.
This was pretty typical of me. I am not known for my punctuality (which is a major fault that I’m well aware I need to work on) and I really should have double checked the time the night before, but I didn’t, so the joke was on me. By the time I pinned my number on and got my bearings 10 minutes had already gone by and there were no racers in sight. I didn’t even know which way to go and the people working the event weren’t really keen on giving me directions or telling me what to do. No one wants to help the one asshole who was late. But then, miraculously, a group of runners came around the corner, so I just sprinted to where they were and joined the race!
Once I was in there, I just followed the other racers and made my way around the track. The race was actually being held at my alma mater, so I was familiar with the layout and took off. I kind of alternated between jogs, sprints, and quick walks. When I was training, I got myself to be able to do the 3.1 miles in about 35-40 minutes at a steady pace with no stopping, which was a pretty huge accomplishment for me because I’m definitely not a runner. However, I did the bulk of my training on a treadmill in an air-conditioned gym. Running on uneven pavement in the Florida sun is a bit of a different story. I had a hard time keeping a steady pace, but I did okay. I ended up passing the finish line at 31.54, which is great–better than I expected! Of course, since I joined the race 10 minutes late and just jumped in when I saw people, I don’t think I actually ran the full race. After the race was over and I got that time, I realized that I must have jumped into the beginning of the line when everyone else had already been running for about 10 minutes. My true time was probably closer to 41:54, which is exactly what I was expecting.
So, my first 5k wasn’t exactly how I planned it to be, but I’m definitely not sorry I did it. After I passed the finish line I kind of felt like throwing up, but I didn’t, so that was a huge success. Since I suspected that I skipped the line I felt like it would be prudent of me to pay penance by going to the gym after the race, so I went and did 45 minutes of spinning and an hour of power yoga, then I went home and cleaned my house. Later on, I helped my best friend move the last of the stuff from her apartment to her new house. I did all of this because I’m completely insane. By the end of the day I had technically done four workouts equaling to about 3.5 hours of pretty sweaty work.
Then I had a cupcake.
All in all, it was a good experience. I’ll definitely do another one and next time I’ll even show up on time.
Maybe.







