Brian and I talked extensively about the fact that I needed to be mindful of my injury; he told me to learn from his past mistakes, to rest when injured and to listen to my body. In fact, he made me promise that I would consider walking the race if running was too painful. I hate being wrong, and I hate feeling like I've quit at anything, but I conceded -- he was right.
Bright and early Saturday morning, I was ready to test my limits (or at least see what they were) and was extremely happy to be joined by my run buddy, Jenna, and my friend, Amanda, who decided a 5K was on her bucket list. We headed to Veteran's Park, where it was chillier than we were hoping it would be. The Santa hats helped to keep our heads warm, and for Jenna and me, it wasn't long before warm was too warm! We were sparkling Santa hustlers in less than a mile.
The race and the course were a lot of fun. The sun came out, which was really nice, and there were cookie, candy, water and sport drink stations on the course. Jenna and I determined that eating while running was not a skill either of us possessed - we both barely ate during our half marathon and regularly joke about being inept at hydrating while on the move; thus, pre-race, we opted not to take the M&M's when we passed the candy station. Lucky for us, there were plenty of goodies at the end of the run. Lucky for me, my knee wasn't horribly dysfunctional, and I was able to run the entirety of the race (though with discomfort - oh, I do hope I run like a normal runner again); in fact, I even decreased my splits throughout and was able to end my race how I traditionally do, with an increased speed (though I wouldn't quite call it a sprint) to the finish line. That was a good feeling!
|Amanda's first 5K|
Despite feeling overwhelmed, and despite being triple booked -- a run, a move, and a surprise party that night -- it was great to get out and run, and I'm glad, as I always am, that my cousin was with me. It wouldn't feel the same without her!