On Sunday when I got to Relief Society, I realized that I was this weeks spotlight. I had filled out the slip with my information a few months ago, and had forgotten all about it. As I read one of the middle lines... "She is currently training for a 10k", I laughed.
Once upon a time I ran a 10k, and trained. And then my good friend Mary convinced me to sign up for another one right before school started. It wasn't until October so I figured I had enough time to prepare.
Fast forward to last Saturday, I had not run once since school had started and I was at Thanksgiving point, about to start my 2nd 10k. The first 3 miles were fine, we were on flat ground and Mary and I were running at a 9:30 pace. And then we entered Thanksgiving Point Gardens and it all went down hill. (Well actually up hill.... but you get my point.) Most of miles 3-4.5 were up hill, a few flat segments, and an occasional decline. Mary and I parted at mile 3, because I didn't want to slow her down. Every once in a while on the switch backs up to the waterfall, I would see her and wave to let her know I was still alive.
As I ran towards the finish, (even the last flat mile was hard after all of the previous hills) I was SO tired. I saw Mary's husband and her two boys, and sadly he hadn't seen Mary when she finished. They gave me enough strength to finish the race out. Surprisingly my time was 1 hour and 9 minutes. I felt like I had been gone for at least an hour and a half.
My 1st 10k was completed in 1 hour 2 minutes, so only adding 7 minutes and having no training I felt good about it..... Until I woke up on Sunday morning. No more races unless proper training has been done. I felt like I was 80. Today I am 70.
Pre run picture in the Car:
Post run picture:
Yes I actually finished:
My biggest fan (he didn't know it though):