Friday, May 30, 2014
I can't describe the feeling I felt after my very first 5K on May 17, 2014.
Us before the start
After the initial high of the feeling of accomplishment, as the day went on I felt more and more exhausted, but strangely I also felt refreshed. It was such a wild range of emotions that I could not put my finger on what exactly I was feeling. I am still struggling on what that feeling was and wonder how come I don’t experience it after all of my runs. It could have been that I didn’t sleep well the night before…pre-race jitters…or was it because I was so nervous/excited the morning of that I wore myself out? Whatever it was, I LIKED IT and now I have to experience it again. I know that a person does not experience runner’s high after running only 3 miles, but I can understand how this sport can be so addictive!
I was pleased with my time of 29:52:29.
We ran down by the lake shore and through residential neighborhoods. The homeowners stood at the end of their driveways rooting us on, holding signs and letting us know when we hit each mile marker.
I really drew upon those friendly faces, because mentally, as usual, I was at war with myself.
Today as I sit here, I feel more pleased with my finish then I do of my recent weight loss. My alter ego that weighed 276 pounds 16 months ago was not me, although I must say that I had less mental crazy talk during those 16 months than I do over the course of a 30-45 minute run. For this reason, this race was one of the biggest challenges of my life. When I began this journey to reclaim the old me, that nagging Little JuJu voice never really surfaced much. There were days I just didn’t want to work-out, but for the most part, I turned off my brain and did what I had to do. When I run, Little Juju comes roaring to life with negative thoughts and all she does is nag nag nag.
Now I know how my husband feels!