Okay, so it wasn’t really a “race.” Especially where I was concerned, because I was racing no one. But today, my family participated in our first “Fun Run” together. (I’ve mentioned before that I think the term is an oxymoron). It was a 1 mile run. I didn’t look at the clock when we finished, but I’m guessing it was anywhere from 13-15 minutes or so. (On a side note, the winner of the 5K just after our run ran it in 15:35. Um. WOW.)
The most important thing I felt about this run is that we are providing a better example for our kids. In the past we haven’t been an overly active family. Two of the girls are in soccer, but other than that, they don’t get a whole lot of exercise other than the normal “play outside” type that most kids get. In the past few months, our visits to the track have been more frequent and they come along and are expected to at least run/walk part of the time we are there. This run was the first of what I hope will be more activities like this – something we do as a family to support a healthier life style. We did the run as a family – which meant that they all had to wait for momma. So, we all finished together, even though my husband and two of my girls could have easily run on ahead. It’s something I appreciate about him. He is a fierce competitor, but his desire for us to do this together was greater than any desire to compete. Maybe when I’m a better runner and the competition is a little more fair, he’ll do differently, but for now, he’s my cheerleader.
Personally, as runs go, I didn’t feel all that great about it. I’ve been chugging along in my Couch to 5K program, and I’m up to doing multiple 5 minute stretches without feeling like I’m going to keel over. I think maybe I tried to run too fast today, getting caught up in the moment and not wanting to be dead last to cross the finish line. I didn’t run the whole thing. I ran some and walked some… I think I ran more than half a mile, but I didn’t record it in any official way, and it wasn’t on on track, so it’s really impossible to know. Running some and walking some didn’t bother me, because I knew I couldn’t run the whole mile, but I just felt like I didn’t have a good rhythm. I’ve been walk/jogging my way in the 5K program and do 2 miles almost every time, so the 1 mile shouldn’t have been a big deal, but my legs are pretty sore this evening. I’m thinking I probably pushed a little more than usual. Because let’s face it, what I normally do, even when jogging, is not what most would consider an actual “run”.
So, there was good and bad. I at least have some sort of official first “race” under my belt. And I did cross the finish line, which counts for something I suppose. Speaking of finish lines, here is my awesome hubby crossing it after the 5K race. He beat his personal 5K time. I am so proud of him!