From Couch to 5 K
Yep. I joined the club. Six weeks ago I picked an event that looked fun, exciting. Something that would distract me from the word exercise. It worked. My first week I stepped off the porch, set my little timer, and trudged around the yard for 15 minutes. I came inside, drank a glass of water, and put a little check mark beside Monday's goal. Two days later, I repeated this event. I walked around the perimeter of my yard, stopping for one or two seconds to study the bark on my trees. My neigbhor, on his riding lawn mower, waved and smiled.
Fast forward six weeks.
I didn't walk on every designated day. But almost. The week before the race, I walked for 40 minutes straight. The friend who walked with me that day, had her fit bit on. She sent it to me later that evening. 3.4 miles! What? That couldn't be right. It seemed impossible. Because I didn't hurt, I didn't wheeze. I was just thirsty. "So, now I'm definitely ready for Saturday. It's only 3.1 miles."
Last night was the event I'd waited for. Wear a white T-shirt. Get doused with glowing powder. Listen to upbeat dance music. Before and after.
"Just walk for 40 minutes." I told myself at the beginning of the race.
When I stepped up the start line. The announcer said, "Walkers to the left. Ya'll are group 3. Have fun! Go!"
I hugged the left. I walked at a steady pace. When I checked my timer it said, 10 minutes.
"One quarter there! Yes, I can do this!"
I listened to folks conversations.
"I hear the move War Room is great. You think it's still playing in the Carrollton Theatre?"
How ironic. I used to live in Carroll County. As I trailed behind the thin Carrollton women, I wondered if I knew them.
I checked my stop watch, 20 minutes. "Half way there!"
A 64 year old women to my left said, "It's my 64th birthday and I'm doing my first 5K!"
"Me too. I'm 52 and I have arthritis."
"I have lupus." She added, not sure if she was bragging or just stating a fact.
"Hey, we're half way there!" I tried to encourage her.
Oh, how wrong I was. When I crossed the finish line my stop watch read one hour and 8 minutes. I'm convinced I walked a 10 k.
I've been researching all morning on google. I can't find ONE review of this race.
So I decided to post my own.
It was fun. It was colorful. But it was NOT a 5K. Does anyone know how far it actually was? If so, please post the answer for me.
Thanks.
Yep. I joined the club. Six weeks ago I picked an event that looked fun, exciting. Something that would distract me from the word exercise. It worked. My first week I stepped off the porch, set my little timer, and trudged around the yard for 15 minutes. I came inside, drank a glass of water, and put a little check mark beside Monday's goal. Two days later, I repeated this event. I walked around the perimeter of my yard, stopping for one or two seconds to study the bark on my trees. My neigbhor, on his riding lawn mower, waved and smiled.
Fast forward six weeks.
I didn't walk on every designated day. But almost. The week before the race, I walked for 40 minutes straight. The friend who walked with me that day, had her fit bit on. She sent it to me later that evening. 3.4 miles! What? That couldn't be right. It seemed impossible. Because I didn't hurt, I didn't wheeze. I was just thirsty. "So, now I'm definitely ready for Saturday. It's only 3.1 miles."
Last night was the event I'd waited for. Wear a white T-shirt. Get doused with glowing powder. Listen to upbeat dance music. Before and after.
"Just walk for 40 minutes." I told myself at the beginning of the race.
When I stepped up the start line. The announcer said, "Walkers to the left. Ya'll are group 3. Have fun! Go!"
I hugged the left. I walked at a steady pace. When I checked my timer it said, 10 minutes.
"One quarter there! Yes, I can do this!"
I listened to folks conversations.
"I hear the move War Room is great. You think it's still playing in the Carrollton Theatre?"
How ironic. I used to live in Carroll County. As I trailed behind the thin Carrollton women, I wondered if I knew them.
I checked my stop watch, 20 minutes. "Half way there!"
A 64 year old women to my left said, "It's my 64th birthday and I'm doing my first 5K!"
"Me too. I'm 52 and I have arthritis."
"I have lupus." She added, not sure if she was bragging or just stating a fact.
"Hey, we're half way there!" I tried to encourage her.
Oh, how wrong I was. When I crossed the finish line my stop watch read one hour and 8 minutes. I'm convinced I walked a 10 k.
I've been researching all morning on google. I can't find ONE review of this race.
So I decided to post my own.
It was fun. It was colorful. But it was NOT a 5K. Does anyone know how far it actually was? If so, please post the answer for me.
Thanks.
