I, of course, have to do a post about how much fun we had, or rather *I* had, at our annual 10k this year.
This years post is a little boring. It wasn't
I did a little research project this year. I didn't run at all before the day of the race. I wanted to see how hard it would be without a single bit of training. I don't suggest it. I hadn't planned on doing it that way. In fact a month or two ago when I first started thinking about the race I had all sorts of goals which including running several miles several times a week. I have NO EXCUSE as to why I didn't do it except for that I was too unmotivated to run on the treadmill and too lazy to go when Dave got home.
I thought I was in pretty good shape from my gym classes. But running is just a whole new ball game and the only way to win a race (which I thought I was going to do) is to train for it.
On our way to the race we talked about our goals. I was the only one brave enough to state mine aloud, which was to beat an hour. I am not too prideful to admit that out of my running partners I came in last and didn't beat the hour mark. Guess I should be a little more modest!