Good As Hell

Ran my first official 10k today...there was a hill and everything. I've been told the course from today is part of the marathon course. As with most bonkers things I do, it was whim. My friend that convinced me to run the marathon said she was running it for her training run and another friend was already signed up. I had to get the miles in, I had to break in the new runners a bit more, I needed to bite the bullet and run outside so I said sure and prayed I wouldn't get to 3 and need to walk the rest.

Y'all it was beautiful. The course ran along the river (or as folks say around here, rivah) it was sunny with a breeze. The night before Hunter and I had a date night that was nice, but when we picked up the Natives, Native 2 was just being a pistol. His misbehavior caused us to decide to skip a family special dessert. I went to bed tired and frustrated, just trying to figure out how on earth to parent this child in a healthy way for both of us (still don't have any ideas). I woke up and the one of the wildlife was having tummy issues so there was some fun clean up that derailed my morning timeline. I was already overwhelmed by 7am. I almost sent my friends a text saying "Nope, can't adult today" but I forced myself to get ready and walk out the door. I was totally prepared for epic epic failure and for this run to take like 2 hours. It didn't. One of my friends came in second for her age group. I was so proud of her! I made it in 1:07:16. For my first race I'm not too embarrassed. I allowed myself a few walks, I couldn't walk more than 30 seconds and after a walk I had to run for an entire song. Also not to shabby for a woman who was literally hit by a deer in the first 2 miles. Sucker jumped out of the woods and definitely almost knocked me on my ass. My pace was 10:50 and I was about as close to the middle of the pack for my age group as I could get. I'd like to try to get my pace to under 10...but that feels like a lot to shave off. Hell, I'm just happy I finished. I did try to put in a day in the weight room afterward but alas hair cuts and making a few dishes for a cookout were a bit more important. I'm feeling a little guilty about the fact that I ate like I was going to burn extra calories with a workout but it was probably okay (read my brain is freaking out about the fact I had 2 pieces of toast, a banana, and a slice of breakfast pizza all before noon, I didn't skip lunch, and I know I won't eat remotely healthy at the cookout). 2 steps forward, one step back right? Right now I'm just feeling good as hell at doing something today that I never could have imagined myself doing so I'm going to ride that high for a bit.