Yup. This is basically what I said to my colleagues [[five]] years ago when they asked me to sign up for a local 5k with them. If I already wasn’t intimidated enough by my super fit friends, I was definitely intimidated by running a race with my super fit friends, when I have never run a race in my life.
Sure, I was a soccer player for more years than I can count, but we rarely ran more than one mile at any given time, and I was usually one of the last ones in line. I hated running. I hated the idea of running. I would intentionally show up late to practice, and “see a teacher”, just to avoid our warm-up runs. Running and Tanya went together like water and oil. It just didn’t mix! && nothing really changed five years later…
So here I was, signing up for a 5k, without even knowing what a 5k entailed. “How many miles is that? Does one train for this? That’s hilarious. Training? What is training? I “ran” in high school. I can handle this. You were a soccer player. You can do anything. Plus, you have to prove yourself to your beautiful, fit physical therapy colleagues. I can hang with them. I can keep up. Right?”
Race day came, and I did not do a single run beforehand. I don’t even remember feeling nervous, because I did not know what to expect. I think my expectations were so far from correct, that feelings were non-existent. I just wanted to stay with my fit//running//PT friends. That’s all. Seems easy enough.
When the gun sounded, we started. I lost sight of my boss within minutes. She was a cross-country star her entire life && I should’ve known better than to think I could keep up with that. But it was okay, I still had one more to hang with//one more to prove myself to. To my surprise, we ran the entire way together, both complaining, && both wishing we were doing something else on a Saturday morning, other than running. Through all the whining, we crossed the finish line in 31 minutes– on the dot. I survived. We survived. I proved to myself I could run. I proved to my friends that I could run. But did it matter?
Did I like running afterwards? NO. A big time NO. Still hated it. I disliked it so much that I did not run in a race again until 2011! Say what??
What was your first race experience like? Share, reminisce, and re-live those moments with me.