Crossing The Line of My First Race

They say when you finish your first race, you naturally become addicted to the feeling of crossing the line. I totally get it now!

I completed my first 5K last week. Not only was it the ultimate rush, but it was just a lot of fun to do something with friends and a bunch of strangers who knew exactly what you were feeling.

Despite getting a cramp in my side halfway through the race, my shoes managed to stay tied and I had a smile on my face the entire time. It was so neat running in a pack of people – of all ages. I was really impressed with those who ran with their kids, especially. A 5-year-old girl finished the race, as well as an 80-year-old man. There were chubby people and skinny people….and lots of teenage boys in barely anything, despite the frigid temps and falling snow.

How did I finish? Well, I wasn’t the last, but I wasn’t the first either. I placed #779 out of 1,028, with a time of 34:19 for the 3.1 miles. Without a competitive bone in my body, I was just happy to finish in under 35 minutes. Besides, I didn’t run to do it fast. The entire time I just chanted “slow and steady wins the race.” I was just proud of myself for never stopping to walk and staying focused on the finish line the entire time.

That white blob is me crossing the finish line

I have to say, I was SO happy my husband and Kinley were there to greet me at the finish line. That made a world of difference for my focus – I just concentrated on the fact I know Kinley is watching my every move and always trying to mimic me. I want her to be healthy and active and know the only way she will start down that road is if she sees the hubby and I being active.

I’m already excited to run a race with my daughters in the future {if they are interested, of course}!

Thank you all for your support and encouragement along the way. I’ve been so happy to chart my journey here – it has made me accountable, something I felt was lacking when I’ve tried other exercise programs.

Until the next race,