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The 5K that started it all

Two years ago I ran my first 5K.  Well, it really was not my first 5K, but my first 5K since having kids.  Before having kids I had dreams of being a runner, but I really was a fair weather runner.  I would run when conditions were perfect and when I started to sweat, I began to walk.

That all changed two years ago.  I got this idea stuck in my head that I wanted to run the MCM 10K for the Run for Vocations in October 2009. I needed to train.  And during that training, I ran my first real 5K too.  It was the Pregnancy Clinic 5K in September 2009.

I remember being very nervous.  I remember feeling like I would die at the end of it.  I finished in like 31 minutes.  And it was at that 5K that I caught the running bug.  After that race I was determined to run a half marathon (which I did just 4 months later).

Well, this weekend I ran the same 5K.  It was at the same place, along the same trail.  I have not run a 5k race since that first one. Yes, really . . . only 10Ks, a couple 10 milers, half marathons and one full marathon. 

And, it was great. Other than forgetting to turn on my Garmin, the race went well.  My goal pace was an 8:30 and I ran the race in 26:22 (8:27 pace) . . . does anyone else think that I ran it in 26:22 cool . . . . the mileage of a MARATHON!! And I even won my age group.  Yes, there was at least one other woman in my age group. And yes, the race was extremely small!!

And my son J ran it too . . . he finished 2nd in his age group.  Here is a photo of him finishing with his brother K!  K "rode in style" most of the race, with my hubby pushing him in the stroller (that is him in the background).

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  1. Wow that's a great time! ANd I'm so proud of your son, your mini-me!

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