I completed an 8K on Sunday in the beautiful Wildwoods of New Jersey. Check out the beautiful, peaceful sunrise from the boardwalk. I love sunrises. For this moment, I was so calm. Obviously, this was before race start. Me? calm? Haha!
I'm not much of a runner, but I would love to be. Runners always seem so carefree, so light and airy. Not THIS runner. If you can even call it that. I jog a bit, walk a bit, jog a bit, walk a bit. I feel so uncoordinated compared to everyone else.
I try not to worry too much about time but I was happy with my finish time. One hour and eighteen minutes.
and.... now I'm sore. My thighs hate me, my calves hate me and my feet LOATHE me.
I've been stretching, using a foam roller and Advil has become a close friend.
My cousin did the race with me and a friend was actually crazy enough to complete the half marathon. Well, it's not a full marathon so you know what they say. She was only "Half Crazy".
Maybe if I can stay consistent with my training, I'll be only Half Crazy next year as well.
Despite the pains and soreness, I'm already trying to find another race to complete. It was such a great feeling, passing the spectators- the volunteers and EVERYONE rooting you on. It was such a great feeling to cross that finish line and hear my name announced! I breathed a sigh of relief, was handed my medal and proceeded to want to pass out, and yet I can't wait to do another one!
5 miles is pretty far when you think about it. I completed 5 miles!
Is anyone else out there a runner? I'd love to hear your motivational stories!