Well I finished the first run of my year a few hours ago. It was a great run - tons of support from the crowd, free delicious food, and free Saranac beer at the after-party (not that I could cash-in on that too much, I haven't had a drink since finding out I was pregnant with Little Man 16 months ago)!
My time - 42 minutes 12 seconds. Not the best in terms if speed but I haven't ran regularly since November. My running partner for this (and every) race I've run so far is my mom. She spends the entire race worrying that she's holding me back and telling me to take off and run at my own pace. Truthfully I probably could shave some time off my pace if I didn't run with my mom but I like hanging back with her. She's my running buddy.
Last week while talking about December race (43 min 30 sec), someone said "You might as well walk at that pace." Ok, maybe we could walk faster than what we ran but we choose not to. Mom does her best to run as much as she can. She's pushing herself now more than she ever has. I'm proud of my mom for just being out there and I'm grateful to have someone to pass the miles with even if we're going slow.
The best thing about running with my mom - she knows we'll get better. Our next race is in April and she's already making plans to train so we can nab a better pace.
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Glad it went well! Whoever said a 43:30 was worse than walking, question would be did they run it? Because if not, you beat them!
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