Monday, April 24, 2006
Sun Run 2006
We stood in line for an hour waiting to go, and I still hadn’t decided what to do. Then when it was our turn to go, we all took off running. As we ran down the first stretch I was already ahead. Now was the time to make the decision. “Should I stay or should I go? Da-na-na-na-na-na!”
I did the Sun Run yesterday – A very Vancouverite thing to do – and for the first time in my life, I tried a 10KM mini-marathon.
I started with four others, my neighbour and her friends, all around the age of 45. My neighbour, who I had been training with throughout the winter, had a messed up foot and had to take it really easy. I was torn, should I stay with her or take off and see what I was made of. I even asked Ken that morning and he suggested that I stay with my friends – at least that’s what he would do.
I knew that my neighbour was okay with me going for it, so at the last minute I decided to. I wanted to see just how far I could jog. As the km signs started to add up I challenged myself to go for the 5km mark.
At the 5km, I thought to myself, "Everything after this is bonus!"
At the 7km I was like, "Oh crap, this is going to be hard, but I want to see if I can jog the whole thing!"
At the last water station, halfway between 8 and 9km, I stopped slightly to get some water and then I felt the reality of my legs. My knees had been hurting and the muscles where my legs join my hips at the front were sore. I was hoping that I wouldn’t be one of those crazy people who don’t know when they’ve had enough and don’t finish because they collapse on the course. I made the choice - I had to walk. As I walked, I started to feel better and decided that I would continue walking to the 9km sign, even though dozens of people were jogging past me. At the 9km sign, which was halfway up a hill going onto a bridge, I restarted my jog. At the crest of the bridge I saw the finish line and the swarm of people in front of me. As I got closer some athletes turned on the juice and sprinted for the finish line, not me, I continued at my slow jog and crossed the finish line 73 minutes and nine seconds after I started.
There was no one there to greet me, other than 50,000 people that I didn’t know. And then I realized, I have no cel phone and no way of contacting Ken to meet up with him. Scarey! I got my wits about me and heading back to watch the end of the race, hoping to meet up with my neighbour. Which I did - everything was alright.
When I went to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror I looked grey. It’s a great look, you should try it sometime! LOL. I totally know that I gave it every once of energy and perseverance that I could. Needless to say, I am really, really proud of myself!!!!
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I did the Sun Run yesterday – A very Vancouverite thing to do – and for the first time in my life, I tried a 10KM mini-marathon.
I started with four others, my neighbour and her friends, all around the age of 45. My neighbour, who I had been training with throughout the winter, had a messed up foot and had to take it really easy. I was torn, should I stay with her or take off and see what I was made of. I even asked Ken that morning and he suggested that I stay with my friends – at least that’s what he would do.
I knew that my neighbour was okay with me going for it, so at the last minute I decided to. I wanted to see just how far I could jog. As the km signs started to add up I challenged myself to go for the 5km mark.
At the 5km, I thought to myself, "Everything after this is bonus!"
At the 7km I was like, "Oh crap, this is going to be hard, but I want to see if I can jog the whole thing!"
At the last water station, halfway between 8 and 9km, I stopped slightly to get some water and then I felt the reality of my legs. My knees had been hurting and the muscles where my legs join my hips at the front were sore. I was hoping that I wouldn’t be one of those crazy people who don’t know when they’ve had enough and don’t finish because they collapse on the course. I made the choice - I had to walk. As I walked, I started to feel better and decided that I would continue walking to the 9km sign, even though dozens of people were jogging past me. At the 9km sign, which was halfway up a hill going onto a bridge, I restarted my jog. At the crest of the bridge I saw the finish line and the swarm of people in front of me. As I got closer some athletes turned on the juice and sprinted for the finish line, not me, I continued at my slow jog and crossed the finish line 73 minutes and nine seconds after I started.
There was no one there to greet me, other than 50,000 people that I didn’t know. And then I realized, I have no cel phone and no way of contacting Ken to meet up with him. Scarey! I got my wits about me and heading back to watch the end of the race, hoping to meet up with my neighbour. Which I did - everything was alright.
When I went to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror I looked grey. It’s a great look, you should try it sometime! LOL. I totally know that I gave it every once of energy and perseverance that I could. Needless to say, I am really, really proud of myself!!!!
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