My First Race Ever
Carol Dinsmore and her first race ever!
Just recently, I had the awesome experience of completing a 10K! What I want you to know is that this was my very first race EVER and I was late getting started with the “training”.
I, like many of you, am a mom and stay very busy with caring for them. My entire family is active in our church and we all seem to love our hobbies, too. I had to “create” my training schedule around what my time allowed to somehow try to match up to the actual schedule. Instead of training for a day with a run, then resting a day, then cross training, then resting another day and then run again I had to do it 3 days in a row. So I started running on Tuesday morning, doing Zumba on Wednesday mornings and then running again on Thursday morning.
If my husband’s schedule allowed him to be here on Saturday mornings, then I’d get to run then too. Needless to say, usually by a Thursday run I was sore. My first time out I felt pretty strong, however my feet outdid my breathing and I only made it about 1.25 miles before I needed to walk. My second run out I made a conscious effort to slooooow down my pace and I ran 3 miles. This was a huge accomplishment for me because it was the farthest I had ever run.
I stayed at 3 miles for a bit before I was pushed by a friend of mine (Angie) to run 4.5. This was also what my schedule called for, so I needed to do it. Having a strong partner like her really drove me to push through it and we did! So, once again, another huge milestone for me because now, not only have I just run the farthest that I’ve ever run, BUT I’m also getting closer to the 6.2!
Well, the next morning I woke up and had more than just the typical soreness….I realized that something had been injured in my foot, below my ankle. This was really frustrating because I felt no symptoms of it during my run or even after. After talking to my trainer Nancy at Active Life Fitness Center she comforted me by letting me know it sounded muscular and just to rest it and ice it. I waited 4 days and decided to just try to do a 3-miler. I felt good starting off, and then, when I hit the 2 mile mark, the pain was back. I had to get home one way or another so I kept running.
At this point I was wondering if I should just throw in the towel.
That week, my daughter got very sick, so I was not able to do any sort of training. I was okay with this because my foot probably wasn’t going to allow it anyway.
So now it’s Saturday, I’m feeling all better and I’m ready to run but today according to the schedule is the 6-miler. The race was in 2 weeks and I had rested for nine days! I was dreading it – scared of it – mad at it, but flat-out determined to go as far as my foot would let me. I prayed constantly during this run and by the strength and grace God gave me, I made it! So now it’s ON! I know I’m healed, and I’m ready for this 10K!
It’s been interesting to me to experience the feeling of all the different emotions you have while running. The first mile is hard for me, I’m trying to get my feet and breathing in rhythm and then the 2nd mile usually feels pretty good and then I start to feel like I’m working a little but then the 3rd hits and it’s like my body just goes “okay so this is what we’re going to do” and we roll on.
When race day came, I was excited, nervous, determined, and anxious. You have to understand, I’m a very competitive person, so I’m ready to go just beat somebody at something, ha-ha….so we arrive and I really have no clue what to expect. The crowds didn’t seem so bad UNTIL I went to get lined up in my wave. That was a very weird feeling, but at the same time exhilarating. Amazingly enough God put a runner right in front of me with Philippians 4:13 on the back of her shirt. “I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me”. I’m so ready at this point I have to constantly tell myself to calm down, it’s just a run and DON’T take off to fast!
Me and my youngest daughter
So I’m off and I got to see my husband and daughter at the start line and I almost began to cry because I had finally made it and off I went! It was so neat to see all the people out there cheering us on and getting settled into the run.
The first mile was great. Then, for some reason I was sure that they had not marked the 2 Mile mark because I felt like I never got to it. I finally saw 2 and I was like “my goodness what have I done”…..I was watching the runners go towards the finish line on the opposite side and was envious. But before I knew it we were turning around at the 3 mile mark and headed towards the finish line. In this direction the sun was in our face and I got hot so I had to take advantage of the watering spots.
I only allowed myself to walk for those few seconds while I hydrated and once I got inside of the last mile I walked for a short period of time just to collect myself because I knew I was going to push with the excitement of the finish line coming and I wanted to be sure I could finish strong.
And I’m happy to say I did just that.
Determined to finish strong!
Once I got to a point where I could see the finish line, I almost began to cry again. It was such an amazing accomplishment in my life and I was just so proud and I felt so good! I’ve never proclaimed to be a runner and never knew I could do this but I DID! I finished my first race ever in 66 minutes.