It’s been a little over a month since I ran my first 10K. There are days I walk past the medal I earned and still can’t believe I ran 6.2 miles!
It was truly an amazing experience, and I don’t know that I will ever adequately be able to express what it was like to participate in it. I’m pretty sure I experienced every emotion possible the day of my race.
Nerves. I was so nervous and my stomach was in knots. I’d spent the weeks leading up to the race both training for it AND having nightmares of getting swept for not going fast enough. And then I have the privilege of meeting Jeff Galloway, and he eased my nerves and told me I would be just fine. After all, I’d followed his training method, and he’s the expert.
Second Thoughts. We walked around the expo and all I could do was think about the next day. What was I getting into? And then I saw the words of Christopher Robin reminding me that I am brave, I am strong and I am smart.
Excitement. I was so excited that I could not sleep the night before. We went to bed before 9pm because we knew the alarm would ring at 3:15am. I tossed and turned and dozed for an hour and eventually I pulled out a book and read until I finally fell asleep.
Anticipation. We arrived at the corrals about 4:15am. I made the HUGE mistake of crossing the line to use the port-o-potties reserved for the runners. I had no idea when I crossed over I would not be able to go back. The security guard let me hand off my extra stuff to Dan and then off I went to spend the next 90 minutes alone. I wandered over to my corral (C – the third corral of five) and sat down and waited. At one point a man stood in front of me and his shirt said, “Determined”. I embraced the word and let that carry me through to the start.
To be continued…