Well, we did it.
Boyfriend successfully made it through a 5K in which he didn’t train for at all (that’s probably my fault. Ahem.), and I successfully made it through my first 5K ever.
Ever since Friend Mike’s Half-Ironman, I’ve wondered how they choose each participant’s race number. I’m still wondering.
Whatever the reason, I was assigned lucky number 248.
Before the race, Boyfriend and I looked awesome.
Then, while we were in the starting area waiting for the “go” (and hedging closer to the back of the pack – frontrunners we were not), a lady next to us commented on my shoes. Then, her husband told me I looked like a serious runner.
They were probably the coolest people there, obviously.
I felt really good on the run, and ended up doing the 3.1 miles in about 25:42 minutes at a 8.3/mile pace.
After the race, Boyfriend looked like this. In all fairness, I didn’t really tell him I was taking a picture. But I think that makes it more “real.”
I, obviously, posed for this one.
And then, I found out I won first place in my age group (20-24):
So I have a few people I’d like to thank for this award:
1. Everyone else who ran a faster time than me who wasn’t 20-24 years of age and/or female.
2. Every single fast 20-24-year-old females in the Indianapolis metro area who didn’t sign up for this race.
I’d omit the fact that there were only two of us in said age group, but that’s still sort of be lying. But hey, first is still first.
So there you have it. I finally have a race under my belt, and I have to say, I’m pretty proud of my time/pace.
Next race: Another 5k next weekend at the Robinson Health Harvest Festival before the wine festival.
Race after that: Hmm. Is it too late to throw in a half-marathon in November? Potentially so.
Race after that: The Drumstick Dash on Thanksgiving Morning. Brr/yum.