My first 5K

Well, when I started this blog, I knew that I probably wouldn't be too good at staying on top of it.  I think I'm too much of a perfectionist, and I want every entry to be unique, with colorful pictures and good advice.  I've also been bad at following my many restrictions, and feel false blogging about attempts that aren't the best.  Bottom line though, this is my journey and my story.  I'm not a perfect person, so I can't expect my blog to be either. 

So what brings me back to the blogging world?  A 5K run.  Today I ran my the Utah Valley Marathon 5K, and I barely made it.  I have only been able to train for about two weeks, since every other start at training left me feeling drained of energy.  I finally took a few months off, and only when the race was looming super close did I decide I'd better get my act together.  So with two weeks of practice behind me, I stood at the starting line today. 

I didn't know how fast I'd be able to finish.  At first, I figured if I made it under an hour, that would be ok.  In my dream world, I'd make it in 45 minutes.  About five minutes into the race, I began to wonder if I'd even make it to the end!  I alternated running and walking, with a few sly dance moves mixed in.  (Seriously, thanks to Glee for the obnoxious Friday song.  I am sure people wondered why I was pumping my fists in the air occasionally for no obvious reason!)   My finish time was 40 minutes. 

Hours later, I am still feeling shaky and my legs are sore, but I am proud of what I accomplished.  I am appreciative of the small victories in life, which show me how strong I really can be.  Halfway through the race my feet went numb.  I could have quit then, and probably should have.  But I pushed through, telling myself that my legs knew what to do, even if my feet weren't working.  And I made it.  I ran a 5K, and am excited to train harder for the next one to come.