Do you remember your first race? Was it when you were young or were you late to the running game? Today on Tuesdays on the run, Patty, April and I are talking about our first races and I’d love to hear about YOURS!
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Let me give you a little back story before I talk about my first race…
I didn’t run much before we had kids. Growing up, I went through a few phases where I ran, but nothing on a regular basis. I did run a bit in college and when I was working full time I occasionally ran on the treadmill in the gym, but I much preferred other work outs. And the minute I got pregnant with Jones? I stopped running. I worked out the entire 9 months, but because of previous losses, I was too nervous to run.
Enter Jones. His birth was far from my plan. I hated the hospital he was born in. I didn’t sleep for almost two entire days while we were there. And then we went home and he didn’t eat well and his sleep patterns were awful. So, I was tired, stressed, and then my hormones shifted.
WHAM! Postpartum depression.
So, I started running. I didn’t run far or fast, but I ran. And slowly, but surely, I returned to myself. And running became a way of surviving for me. But I still had never run a race and really had no interest in doing one.
Flash forward 4 years. Jones had started preschool, Shoo had arrived and I’d manage to run enough to prevent a PPD recurrence, and I got to know another preschool mom, Caroline, who’d run numerous Boston Marathons. I blame her for starting me down the road to my race addiction!
My first race: St. Patrick’s Day 8K, Washington, DC, March 2007
Caroline convinced me to run a race and acted as my mentor. I didn’t own a Garmin, I didn’t own running tights (I bought a pair of men’s tights the day before), and I wore a random hat of Beer Geek’s. Caroline told me NOT to wear the race shirt (no worries, it was cold out!) and how to pin my bib on. (She told me I’d be too hot in tights. I wore them anyways.) She drove me to the race, helped me get my bib, and told me where to line up. (And then she moved way forward ’cause HELLO, she’s fast.)
The gun went off and I went out too fast (yeah, some things never change…) I settled in at just under a 9 minute pace. I was running hard and really pushing myself but an 8K is only 4 miles, so I knew I could do it. I passed the four mile marker and looked for the finish line. And that’s when I realized that 8K is closer to 5 miles, not 4 miles. Oops!
I finished in 44:23, which I’ve only beaten once in the last 7 years!