Caitlyn and I ran our second 5k together today. Well, not really together–she runs and then I come slowly up from the rear of the crowd…much later after she finishes.
Today’s race was a Turkey Trot. The top finisher in each age bracket won a turkey. Let’s just suffice it to say, I did not win a turkey.
But the weather was pristine. Low sixties, sunshine–amazing.
It was also the hardest I have ever run. The course was all off road. There were hills, so many hills! And for many of them, you were turning in such a way that you were running on the side of the hill instead of in any manner of straight. I almost cried twice, I kid you not, and I wanted to walk so badly, but my primary goal in every 5k I run is to do just that–run every step, and I did it this time too, just barely, but I did. Caitlyn admitted she walked a few times, and honestly, that was probably wise, but I can be pretty stubborn and come heck or high water, I was going to run it all.
I ran step after step and finally, it was done!!! I was once again frustrated with my time, but this race, that was greatly overshadowed by how proud I was to have finished and run the whole thing.
And yes, I came home and started looking for our next race. No matter how hard running is, I just keep going back for more.