
Two weeks ago I ran my first 10K race. For those unfamiliar with the distance, that's 6.2 miles. When I started running in January I never thought I could do a 10K. This one was the Doug Kessler Lightning 10K in Sandy Springs, GA. The course was fairly easy with no big hills and my husband was sure I'd break an hour. I thought I could break an hour since my most recent 5K race was just over 28 minutes. I ran a great race and paced myself well. I don't think I could've gone any faster. Unfortunately, I forgot my watch and there wasn't anybody calling mile split times so I had no idea what my time was until I heard the guy at the finish with the bullhorn yelling finsh times. The first time I heard him I was probably about .2 -.3 miles from the finish. My heart sank when I heard him yell "59....." I kicked it hard to the end and finished with a time of 61:36. I was proud of myself and knew I'd given it my all when my quads started seizing up soon after I picked up my free bagel and race T-shirt. All in all I was very proud of myself. My average time per mile was just under 10 minutes. I don't know if the 10K will be a favorite race for me, and I don't think a half -marathon is in my near future, but who knows.
My next race is October 18th - the Fall 5-miler. My husband will be racing with me. He'll dust me pretty good, but maybe I can stay close.
Blessings.
1 comment:
Great job, Meredith! We are proud of you too! :-D
I can't even run a mile at this point...you are an inspiration...
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