To document the entire training process I created this little mini album to use as a sort of journal. I recorded my progress, my thoughts and reflections, my likes and dislikes throughout the whole thing. So glad I did this. Now I have a lasting memory of an event that was my greatest challenge.
If you are interested in seeing more of this album you can visit the following:
In Week 10 I focused more on strength training and was supposed to run the actual race trail with my cousin on Sat but that didn't pan out...
Week 11 I had some unfortunate news...my massage therapist of 8 years was quitting and now I had to find a new therapist just weeks before the race!!
I also had a bit of a mishap on my Saturday run. I typed up the story and slipped it in this custom envelope I made...
You can read the full story in my post entitled My Last Long Run.
If you are wondering about the Banana Republic logo, I used all paper shopping bags to construct this mini album. It felt good to have a purpose for that pile that I didn't have the heart to throw out.
I fashioned the envelope so that I could frame these two photos with the orange background.
So in Week 12 I had a bit of the jitters. Not like nervous but like excited. Like I was really doing this.
On Saturday night my husband and I drove up to Red Deer to stay overnight at my cousin's house. We went out for supper to load up on pasta. I had trouble sleeping and morning came early. But when it did...I was ready.
The race started at 8am.
About mile 2 I finally realized that I was in a race. Then about mile 4 I had a fleeting thought that I could just quit if I wanted to. At mile 6 I told myself I was almost halfway there. Around mile 8 a girl running beside me asked if I liked my shoes and we chatted for a bit...too brief for me as it was a welcome distraction. Then I lost myself between miles 8 and 11.
The race ended with a downhill slope and a sharp corner to the finish line. Somehow I pulled whatever I had left within me and burst to cross the line. Looking up I saw the numbers 2:19.
To be honest, I was disappointed. My goal was 2:15. But when I found my husband he informed me that 2:19 was the clock for the 10k race! My official time was 2:04 and I was over the moon.
So glad I OPENed my mind to this experience.