Today was the Ryan's Run 5 K race. This was the first time I was running this race. I knew the Kaiser family and I knew the race was for a good cause---but this is the first year that I am "a runner". Conor agreed to run this race with me a while back and as expected despite having to drag him out of bed and drive him sleepy eyed to the race---he still kicked my butt. What is up with that---am I destined to be a 9-10 min miler?
Don't get me wrong, I am aware that my chances of winning (even in my age group) are slim to none--and I am OK with that--I am running for ME and competing only with myself---BUT that being said, I would love to see my times improve. I ended up having to walk a little in the race---it was so hot and I really fought the nausea back the last mile. I could honestly envision myself throwing up at the end of the race. I took a minute or two walk to collect myself and I was fine.
I do regret not pushing myself a little harder for this race and my lack of runs over the last few weeks. I am going to have to try those early am runs if I want to get the mileage in.
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