I've always wanted to run a 5k. It's one of those pesky little things that's been on my life's list of things to do for years now and every time I'm in my car and I see a race in progress I think, that should be me out there. Well, thanks to my step-sister in-law, Amanda, who invited me to the YWCA's Race Against Racism, my husband, Dave, who kept me company (and provided ample motivation along the way) and a beautiful weather forecast...today it was me out there!
Over the past few weeks I've been anticipating - and, ok, regretting - agreeing to do the race. Even though I run on the treadmill a few times a week, I was worried that an actual race with "real" runners might be more of a challenge than I could handle (and what about the hills?). You see, even though I run, I totally don't consider myself in the same category as those graceful runners who just seem to glide along the pavement effortlessly. For me, it feels like every step requires a ton of effort. But I'm happy to report that I completed the entire race without stopping - or complaining - in just under 31 minutes! I heard the winner finished in something like 17 minutes. 17 minutes! He was obviously one of those graceful types :)
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