Hi everyone, It's so exciting to hear of all the awesome training going on!
But I need a moment to vent/seek advice...
Sorry for the long post.
A little back story about myself: For years I have sat on the couch dreaming of becoming a runner but somehow in the end I always convince myself that it would be too hard or impossible. I'm not the lightest girl in town being 60lbs over weight with previous attempts at weight loss lasting no more than a little over a month.
Back in January of this year, my sister (also a running dreaming couch potato) looked at me and said "Hey! Lets combine our love for Disney and DO THIS run!!!" At first I was extremely intimidated and said I'd have to think about it. About a week later, after hours and hours of running research (including this very forum) I went back to her and said YES, Lets do this! I can't remember the exact person who said it but the Idea of "Did not Finish is better than Did not start" really hit home! - so thank you mystery Diser!
My first steps on a treadmill were exciting, but very slow lol. My pace for 3.2 miles was 25:34. We had no clue what we needed to do for training but we were having a blast at the very idea of just doing it! About two weeks into "training" I went back to the web and spent at least a week looking for the perfect 5k training plan. We both decided that we liked Galloway, so we took his plan and ran with it! (Pun completely intended lol)
About a month into Galloway's training plan, my sister partially ruptured her Achilles. This couldn't have been more devastating but on the bright side the Dr. said it was still attached and she could run again after wearing a boot and physical therapy for a month. Also during this month of training, my Best Friend joined us on our quest and began training with us as well.My sister assured me that she wanted nothing more in the world than to see me cross the finish line at the Wine and Dine and gave me her blessing to continue my training without her, and that she would be back to hitting the pavement before I knew it! So, I continued to train with my BFF while my sister recovered.
Fast forward to Today, I'm 15lbs lighter, my average pace for my last long run 6.94 miles was 16:36 pace! Major improvement from 25:34 average pace! And after almost 7 Months of training 3-4 times a week (bear in mind that this is the longest I have EVER worked out consistently) My first 5K race was upon us.
My sister is back to running and but refuses to let me run with her because her pace is 19:00 and doesn't want to slow me down in my training. (she is considering differing her bib to next year). We've sometimes trained in a parking lot running in a giant circle so we can kind of train together by still being able to see each other no matter our different paces: yelling at each other "you go girl! yahoo! Great job! Don't let this circle beat you!"

My BBF is much lighter than I, has a bit of a better athletic base and can run 14:54 minute miles. She will also be running the Wine and Dine. My BFF is also very new to running and stated she does not want to run the half solo because it's Disney and she wanted nothing more than to be sharing the experience running side by side with me! I of course was all for it and couldn't agree more.
Back to the 5k, Which was yesterday. I was completely excited!! My FIRST race EVER!!

I was doing it!! my dream! Getting my butt off that couch and was there, with my bib and all!! Going into the race, after reading and reading and reading about first timers and newbie experiences, I knew I was going to go too hard out of the starting line, I knew that walkers were going to pass me, I knew that getting to the finish line was the ONLY goal, no time, no matter this was a fun run!
But what I didn't plan for was my bff to after mile one, treat me like a dirt.
It all started at mile one, I was going my usual pace, when my bff started to really speed up. I mention to her that ummm, you're a little fast lol can you walk with me or I might just die and my legs will fall off lol

. Bare in mind that I'm referencing from 7 months of training with her where she kept stating there was nothing more she wanted to do than to run these together, to finish together. So I thought to my self the adrenaline of the race is making her walk fast and she just doesn't know so I mentioned it.
She started to huff and puff, like she was upset. I let it go for .2 miles as she kept walking faster and faster. I took a moment and asked her, is everything okay? She huffed some more and stated to me in that I'm completely disappointed in you right now kind of way, and sharply said "I don't even feel like I'm training" then huffed some more, looked away then stated sharply "Don't worry I'll get over it!"
I was shocked, and wish I had thought to plan for this scenario!

I already was playing the mental game a newbie does in a race, (omg people are passing me walking! I feel unprepared, even though I wasn't. Should I slow down!?!?!) All those kind of things. I was doing a pretty great job dealing with it... until then. I wanted to cry! My training partner of 6 and a half months, in the middle of my very first race, lets me know I'm disappointing her, that I'm unbearably slow, that she can't bear to run at this pace, that she'll "get over" this race she does not feel like she's training in.
I looked at her and told her to go ahead, she glanced back and said "are you sure!" My thought: If we continue to run together, I might just cry and quit mid race. so I said, yes, you can go. and off She Happily went.
It took till mile 2 that I gathered my thoughts and said "Just finish, Just finish, just finish." Then my right foot went numb lol, it was hot and clearly my shoe laces were too tight, I pulled over and loosened them but I don't think it was enough as it came and went throughout the rest of the race.
I got to the finish line and did it... but I did not feel excited. It was horrible, I felt fat and slow and unaccomplished. I felt that the Wine and Dine was just now a distant dream. I had completely convinced my self that if my training partner thought I wasn't good enough, than I must not be. I couldn't cry about it because, well lets face it my parents were there to cheer me on and I didn't want them to know. I put on my medal.... and didnt even want it.
I guess right now I'm just lost. Do I have the strength to run/train alone? Do I want to continue with my BFF and take the chance that on race day she reminds me of how slow I am. I just.... have been crying ever since. This race, this training, this whole experience meant so much to me, that is just hurt more than I could have imagined to have my first race experience be that.
It's just happened yesterday and my thoughts are all over the place, I'm sure at some point I will look back and think about how silly I was to let that get to me.
But right now, I guess I just needed a place to get this off my chest, even if no one reads this insanely long post, it feels good to say these things out loud. (or to type it out lol)