Last weekend I felt amazing. I ran in my first race (or fun run, depending on how you want to look at it) in eight degree weather. I ran three miles and it was glorious. It was an amazing reward for all the hard work I’ve put into running.
Results
Time: 29 minutes and 27 seconds
Place Overall: 402/970
Place Overall Women: 182/571
Place Age Group: 19/62
Basically I was in the top third, but I didn’t know that until later in the day. After the run I went home and out for lunch with my parents and Jason, and I was thrilled to have just finished. It was freezing cold outside and several people didn’t come to the race.
Before the race there was a lot of standing around inside the YMCA thinking about the race. My stomach was doing its own little workout, flipping around like a dolphin. Jason helped take my mind off things a bit, talking to me every once in a while. Five minutes before race time everyone left the warm lobby to stand at the starting line. I jumped up and down, ran in place, and then crossed the starting line. It was a rush at the beginning. I passed several people, but tried to run at a comfortable pace and not focus too much on speed. Jason popped up along the course every once in a while to take a picture of me on his iPod, and seeing him along the way gave me extra motivation. After all, I didn’t want him to take a picture of me walking and out of breath.
It all went by so fast, and when I could see the finish line I couldn’t help but think about all the runs I went on before this point. How I started out just running for thirty seconds and here I was, running for thirty minutes. I thought about all the weight I’ve lost along the way (more on that later). I thought about all those times I dreaded running the mile in school, and how amazed my gym teaches would be to see me out there running with a smile on my face. And even though it’s kind of embarrassing and I realize three miles is no big deal for a lot of people, I kind of felt like I might cry. I picked up my pace a bit and run across the finish line. I took off my chip, turned around, and walked towards the YMCA.
I’m already signed up for two more runs, one in March and one in June, and I’m starting Bridge to 10K. I think this one will always be special to me, and I was so glad it was in Downtown Des Moines. I think that just added to the rush for me. Here I was running by these places, these landmarks of my life. I ran by the State Historical Society (where I used to work) and the Capitol (a pretty noticeable landmark), and all of these other places I drove by all the time. It was pretty incredible.
If you’re a runner, do you remember your first race? Are any of you training for an upcoming event?










