I did it. I ran my 5K. And I have the shirt to prove it.
But really, we had a good time. Kendra ran it with me, and it turns out we were perfect running buddies. We ran our little hearts out. I did feel like I was going to die the last mile, but I'm not sure WHY I'd feel like that considering I started running 3 weeks ago.
My goal was to run it in 31 minutes, or about a 10 minute mile. I've run races at that pace before, so I thought it was attainable. Unfortunately, I still have some training to do because I clocked in at 32:46. I need to shave about 30 seconds off my mile. Thankfully I have until May 17th to do it, when Joy, Deb, Teresa, Katy, and I are running with angels.
Here are Kendra and I at the finish line.
Our friend Steve (an AMAZING runner) asked me the other day if I enjoy running. Without much hesitation, I responded "no." Who really does? But we do it, don't we? I don't think it's fun at all, but it is the easiest way to work into an exercise routine. Its almost free, it requires almost no special equipment, its quicker than going to a gym, etc.
What I do actually love about the whole process is going farther and working harder than I did the previous run. I love the feeling of satisfaction of having accomplished a workout. I love it when Lance Armstrong congratulates me on having accomplished "my farthest workout to date." He's got a nice man voice.
But most of all, I love my iPod with Nike+. It makes it all bearable.