Well I ran my first race this morning! Yes it was only a mile and yes I was one of the last people to finish. But I finished!!
Gotta tell all of you all about it!
My alarm went off at 6:10 this morning, I got dressed quickly and after packing a bottle of water and oatmeal bars, I took off for our local yearly strawberry festival. Unfortunately, I didn't quite know where the race was at and got lost a few times trying to get there. I'll spare you all the boring details but by the time I signed the form and the check and got my number, I literally had 30 seconds to find the 5 friends I was racing with, take my place and start running. No time to eat so ran on empty stomach. (1st mistake...)
Took off pretty strong, but after about 30 seconds of straight running, I had to slow down to a fast paced walk, already panting hard. The rest of my group took off and I lagged toward the back; not looking to break any records and not caring if I finished last, just wanting to finish. So I would run as long as I could, walk a little to catch my breath and then run some more while doing the best I could to keep 'the girls' in place. Half the time I had to stop to fix that. (I understand now why I don't see very many 'well-endowed' women running...

) A little disheartening that 6 year olds were passing me up fairly easy but I didn't care. I was going to finish if it killed me!
I was towards the back; about 6 of the 35 that did the race were behind me and behind them was a cop car bringing up the rear. (Very reminiscent of the sweepers ) So seeing them, I kept trying to run as long as I could; now determined not to be last.
When I finally turned that last corner, it was really exciting to see my friends from the gym already there and cheering me on. But even more exciting was to see the clock with my time. I had set a goal for myself to finish in under 18 minutes since I had never raced before, nor even run outside so I didn't know what to expect. Well imagine my surprise when at 30 feet away I saw 15 minutes on the clock! When I saw that, I took off like a mad woman to finish the last few feet and finished with a time of 15:32!! 28 seconds off my fastest time on the treadmill!!
They had banana halves, orange halves, and strawberry shortcake to eat and Powerade and water to drink for the runners. At that point, one of my friends pointed out that I was trembling (due to not eating) and I was a little nauseous, so I had a little bit of everything which helped. I don't even like bananas and oranges, but they were so good!
The next few minutes were filled with high-fives from my friends (who all work at my gym so they know how I've been working for this), texting my relatives to let them know I actually finished the race and calling my parents and grandpa with the first thing out of my mouth being "I did it!!" We stayed for a bit to watch the 10k which started about 15 minutes later. The first runner in came with a time of 34 minutes! WOW! After that, it was back home for a well deserved cold shower which was absolutely glorious.
Me and my t-shirt I got for running the race:
All in all, it was a good first experience. There were definitely some thing I would have done differently (eaten breakfast, gotten a racing bra, etc.) but my knees, back and shoulders aren't hurting and there's definitely the satisfaction of accomplishment. Plus it gave me a good idea of what to expect and work on for the next one.
Can't wait to try this again!

But I still don't like running...