So I dragged my kids and husband out of bed early on Sunday to watch me race. It was a beautiful sunny morning (it had rained all day Saturday). I had a good run, not spectacular, but good, steady. My goals were humble: to finish, and to not be out there more than an hour. I was successful, even with a stomach ache that came on in the last kilometre.
This was only my second race and it kind of stressed me out. I didn't sleep well the night before and the press of runners at the starting gate made me feel anxious. Not a little anxious, but nervous tick, weirdo-anxious. But as uncomfortable as I was, once we started, and runners spread out, the running was good, and the home stretch satisfying. I totally get why people run races. I hope I can learn to shake the nervousness though. The 15K race is on August 28 and I would love to get a decent sleep the night before.
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