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Although I’d trained only a short while, I’d already pushed myself further each run. Running was still something new to me, but in order to reach my goals, I needed to continue. I trained by myself the first time, so why not do it again? Thanks to the world wide web, there’s plenty of tips and programs to help novices like myself, reach those higher goals of running longer distances – without an expensive trainer or running group. So I did my research, wrote down new goals, and signed up for my first 10K.
I’m not going to lie and say my training went according to plan, because trust me, it didn’t. Life happens, and so does the weather. The polar vortex came and went and came again, way too many times if you ask me. This is Texas people, not Alaska. And so I forced myself to train on the treadmill as often as possible. Side note: Netflix is always a good idea, especially on the treadmill. Eventually though, I became tired of the treadmill and went on a mini running hiatus. I know what you’re thinking, probably not good when you’re training for a race. Before I knew it, March had come around and I was barely reaching 5 miles. With some serious self-discipline, I got back in routine. I practiced and practiced, and eventually ran a practice 10K in 58:45!
During the last week of training, I took it easy to save my legs. I stretched everyday, drank lots of water, and even practiced yoga(new favorite exercise!) a couple times. To prevent a repeat of my 5K freak out, I prepared ahead of time. The only thing in my way, early morning thunderstorms. Just perfect. And like clockwork, I woke to a strike of thunder and the rain pouring. Why, why, why? A couple hours, I awoke to my alarm and the sound of a light drizzle outside - yay! I hopped out of bed, stretched, dressed, brushed my teeth and drove straight to the race.
For a gal who's late to everything, arriving early sure had its perks. I sat in my car and
|Look at that weather!|
Words can't express my feelings once I crossed the finish line, I was speechless. I only wanted food and water, to find my madre, and check my results. And that's exactly what I did, hence the overload of food/drinks in my hands. Knowing that I was competing against thousands didn't leave me very hopeful of my rankings, but boy was I proud! Beating my record by 4 minutes(with hills), totally gives me bragging rights, am I right? After all the time and miles put into my training, I finally did it, and all by myself.
If you made it to the end, you're a serious trooper. This may be the longest post I've ever written. My story is personal, and it took a little longer to write, but it's honest and it's me. To the one who inspired me to run this race, thank you. Reaching your goals isn't always easy, but you can do it. What I've learned is that it's half self-discipline and half believing in yourself. Are there any goals you're working towards? Any new runners looking to run your first race? Whatever it is, say yes and do it! There's a good chance you won't regret it. Happy Friday, fellow dreamers!