Meeting a goal
Running, running, running...
Last week, I ran two 5Ks. Mother's Day was my first one ever. I didn't know what to expect, and finished with a time of 40:59. It was a beautiful sunny day, and Keith and the kids were there to support me. Being that it was my first time, and it was on a course I was not familiar with, I didn't know that the trail was supposed to be marked, you weren't supposed to pour your own water (they had a shortage of volunteers), and there was no clear marking at mile 2, so it was hard to gauge how much time was left. The nice thing was that as I came back to the track to the finish line, I heard some kids yelling, "Mommy!" And there were my sweet kids waving at me. My only goal at this one was to finish. (And not be last.)
At Saturday's race, I finished at 38:45. It was at a zoo that we have a membership at. We go often enough, so I know my way around. I was able to visualize the course in my head, everything was clearly marked, and despite the fact that it was cold and rainy (the kids stayed home this time), I enjoyed the run. It might have had something to do with the zoo being a place where we have made so many happy memories as a family. That definitely helped me smile while running (advice from a great mommy friend!) I didn't have a goal this time - I knew I could do it. It was more of a fun run than anything.
I've said this before: I've never considered myself a runner. But I did it! And I'm proud of myself.
|This picture has nothing to do with running.|
But it makes me happy.