I've been excited about running my FIRST 5K all week. I was nervous about my ankle/shins hurting and wondering if I'd even be able to run half a mile, none the less 3 miles!
I didn't sleep but a few hours, I was so nervous! I was up and in the shower by 5:15.
and the entire family was out the door by 6:30. We got there at 7 and my run was at 7:30. I grabbed my chip and waited in line for the bathroom. By the time I got outside, a lady told me the 5K was getting ready to start and that I needed to get to the starting line right now. She rushed me over there. I was so lost and didn't have much time to process. When I got over there I hadn't stretched and all of a sudden they fired the gun to go! I felt a little overwhelmed by it all but once I had gotten at least, what i thought was a mile, it was no big deal. I had relaxed enough that it didn't matter.
I was losing wind after what I thought had been a few miles. I was starting to get a little annoyed that I was struggling to breathe and all these people were strolling past me and carrying on long conversations like it was no big deal! lol I kept thinking we're almost to the finish line. Then we kept going and going and going. After a little while, I knew this was the longest 3 miles I have ever done. It felt like it would never end! Then we kept going and going. Then I was sure we weren't just running a 5K! I decided to keep running and surely it would end over the hill. After all, the lady put me in this line so it must be right. Finally, on one of our down and backs, I asked the lady passing me and she said that we were running the half marathon! WHAT?!?!? I turned around and asked a man holding one of the directing signs, that i recognized, what mile we were on and he told me that I've just finished mile 8.25 and as he's patting me on the back, telling me what a great job I'm doing - I started sobbing. I was tired from lack of sleep, embarrassed and exhausted. I told him I was running my FIRST 5K (3 miles) and that a lady had told me to get in this line. He was so nice! I was still 5 miles from the finish line so he let me borrow his phone and I called my hubby to come get me.
Now, I wish I would have finished the last 5 miles!
My hubby is never going to let this go. Since then, he throws in a jab every chance he gets. I realize that it's hilarious that I went for my first 5K and ended up in a half marathon run. I ran 8 miles before stopping to ask someone. Yep, it's going to be a never ending joke in my house BUT i still claim that it wasn't my fault!! :)
I'm happy to have ran more than 3 miles for the first time - 8 in 75 minutes. Thats crazy good for me!