The huge weekend.
The weekend I thought would never come to fruition.
My first thoughts after awe that it actually happened...
...have been met with criticism.
Not from others, from myself.
I had two goals going into Saturday:
1) FINISH the race in under an hour.
2) NOT be the last person over the finish line.
Why under an hour? That seems like a LONG time, right?
Well, most fat-to-fit bloggers I read that run their first 5k race have completed it in anywhere from 52-58 minutes. Their first-run weights were anywhere from 80 more than me to 30 pounds less. So, I thought "If I can match their starting run times, then I know I'm in good company for going forward."
I started training. By the week before the race, I was running about 2 miles (give or take depending on the day) and then walking the rest. I didn't have an expectation of actually running the whole course, but I did expect to run more than I actually did. I didn't expect to hit a mental wall at mile 2.5. I didn't expect my feet to hurt so darn much. I didn't expect to be so thirsty. And I didn't expect that my adrenal function would have been ground down to a nub the week before the race (or that I would run out of thyroid meds the week before either). I didn't plan on my anxiety issues to come back and rear their ugly heads. I didn't plan on any of that.
But I still finished....in well under an hour....and certainly not last.
So, in spite of unexpected things, I still met my goals.
It's still a victory.
And now I have (one teeny tiny) experience card to play in my head as well.
Instead of all the "I should have's" or "I could have's", I'm going to celebrate the Victory I made on Saturday. I finished in under an hour, and I wasn't last.
Now I know what to expect on race day and the week leading up to it.
I know how much its going to hurt, and I lived....so I can do it again.
And now I know to set my sights on a goal....and I know I can achieve it.
So, I'm tweeking my goal.
I'm tweeking my training.
And my next run is in September.