Well I learned a couple of things today.
1. My perfectionism is worse than I thought. I never thought I would win this race. I never wanted to. All I wanted to do was run the entire thing, and finish with a decent time. But when the nerves and adrenaline caused me to run the first mile a little bit too quickly, I about died in the middle of the race. From then on I had to alternate running and walking. That was one major disappointment.
2. Despite my months of training, I was somehow ill-prepared for 5K's on a wet golf course at 8:00 in the morning. I finished toward the back of the pack with the old laides and pregnant women. (Some of whom actually finished ahead of me. Like the one in the picture below, who not only ran faster than me, but pushed her stroller the whole way. I know I shouldn't hate anyone, but please! Does she have to make the rest of us look that bad!?!?)
3. On a happier note, I wasn't totally alone. My good friends Marvin & Angie were waiting when I crossed the finish line. I felt loved at least to have someone who was willing to come out and support me in this crazy decision.
4. Running is quickly becoming an addicton for me. Now that I've earned my first race shirt, I'm actually stupid enough to be considering how quickly I could potentially enter another race and earn another shirt. (Plus I'm a little desperate to erase this disappointing finish from my mind. They haven't posted the official times yet, but based on my watch, I'm not really thrilled with myself. I'm eager to try and make up for that.)