I'll try this again!! My first attempt went poof!
I arrived at the 5K about an hour before it stared. Registration went well and was short so I still had about 50 minutes until the race started. I had already stretched so I did a few warm up laps to warm up. The race started for 7, so we lined up about 10 minutes before. Since it was my first race, I wasn't really sure where to out myself, I knew I was running. But how fast? I stuck myself in the front, not the first line, but the front all the same. It was chilly, but not freezing so I felt okay. The race started and all of a sudden they had these huge speed bumps in the road! No one has warned us, thankfully no one tripped! I started out well, but I noticed so many people passing me up, had I got too far in the front? Or did people not pace themselves? It was the latter. About 5 minutes in, Runkeeper told me my pace, but I couldn't hear it! So I was feeling well, I decided to keep that pace. Soon I passed the 1 mile mark and suddenly felt so excited, this was it! All the hard work was finally paying off, I literally couldn't stop smiling! Soon mile 2 came and I was still feeling okay, thankfully they were giving out water so I walked for a minute to drink. This really recharged my system and I was feeling ready to see that finish line! Runkeeper came back on, and told me I had been running for 20 minutes and I was keeping a 10 minute mile!!!! This was my fastest time ever, and I was already into mile three!! I then decided I was going to put my all into this last mile, and I was going to finish in 30 minutes! I hadn't set a goal time, I just wanted to finish, so to have this well of a time was amazing to me! I could have cried!! So I ran! And soon, I could see the finish line, I was feeling my ankles at this time but I was so close! So I ignored those and picked up my pace! Then suddenly I saw a nice woman who handed me my medal and I was done! My happiness left quickly when I realized my family had figured it would take me longer to finish and had left to go get food. So I didn't have anyone to congratulate me or take my picture, or anything. Here's where I cried, I had totally forgot about my finish time, but I finished in 28 minutes. About 5 minutes after my Dad showed up, he was upset he had missed me and took me to get a water. I know they didn't mean to miss it, but it hurt all the same.
Hopefully next race someone will be there for me. I am excited to have finished and I am so proud of my time, and mostly myself!
Thank you all for listening to me rant about my race! I think I will start a running diary this week! Hope everyone had a great weekend!