Wednesday, May 25, 2011
I ran my first 5K two weekends ago. I am very proud of myself and need to take a moment to brag a little. I only started running in July of 2008. Before that I couldn't run to get the mail or I would get shin splints, my side would ache, and I would get pains in my chest. But sometime in 2008 DH started running on the treadmill. Well, I couldn't let him be the only one in the family who was running. So I started running, minute by minute. At first I could only go 2 minutes, then 5, then 15. Then I plateaued. I needed something more to finally get rid of that twin baby belly I had been carrying around since my boys were born. On the advice of a friend I started going to Barry's Bootcamp. This is a program of 1 hour classes where they essentially work your but and make you feel like you want to vomit. I started this on December 30, 2010. I tried to go three times a week. But that didn't always happen. I never lost any weight but my body started to change. My arms got leaner. My waist got smaller. And I started to see my hip bones again. Then we got an opportunity to run a 5K through our temple. I practiced a couple of time on the treadmill. It was hard but I was determined to at least finish the run. I was not concerned with time. I told my trainer at the Bootcamp and he said he wanted to know what my time was. Hmm, another challenge ws set. Now I wanted to get a good time. On the day of the race I told DH let's not try and stay together. Let's just concentrate on finishing. Ok, Ok, whatever he said. The race started and I took off. It was so much fun to run outside and with people cheering you on. I kept a good pace and never got winded. I sprinted the end (mostly because I was neck and neck with a 12/13 year old boy, no way was I going to be bested by a boy!!!) I crossed the finish line at 28:20. I couldn't believe it. That was better then my best time on the treadmill. DH came in right behind me. He kept saying where did you go, I never saw you after we took off ;). I was so proud of both of us. I felt great after the race. I have the bug now. I can't wait to run another race. My next goal will be a 10K. In case anyone cares to know I am 39. It is never too late to start. You just need to find your motivation. And in case you need to know this also, the boy came in 1 second ahead of me. I couldn't run him over now could I!!!!