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Me and Melissa getting our race packets. |
Back in the fall of 2011, I decided that I should run some sort of race. Why? Well who knows why. Some of my friends are runners and they always talk how much fun it is, so I thought why not jump on that band wagon and join.
My friend and co-worker, Allison, was also talking about running a race but she was talking about the Little Rock Marathon. A marathon is 26.2 miles. I called her crazy. She told me we should run together, I suggested that we run the 10k instead. And before you now it, we were signed up to run.
I talked Melissa into joining us for the 10k since she's taking this whole running thing a lot more serious than I do.
It was official. I was going to actually run.
The morning of the race.
All those people.
All WANTING to run, too.
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After! We all made it past the finish line.
Though Melissa and Allison both smoked me.
It's okay. Strong and steady was my goal. |
Afterwards we all celebrated with mimosas!
Champagne and orange juice are REALLY good for you after you run 6 miles.
You didn't know that?
They are. Try it.
At the end of mile 6, Loreal was handing out free lip gloss.
So I ran over and grabbed some with some beads.
I mean, it was worth that 15 seconds for lip gloss.
Melissa also grabbed some and took a picture but she would kill me if I posted it.
(p.s. my headbands sparkled)
After the race, Melissa and I went back to my apartment where we sat
outside and watch the marathon runners run by. They looked tired.
So there you have it. I ran my first race. My time? It took me an hour and 20 minutes to run 6.2 miles which equals to a 13 minute mile. No, I didn't win, but I didn't come in last either.
Two days later and I'm still a little sore... but now I want to run a half-marathon.
After I train and prepare for it of course.