My 5 mile relay leg was yesterday, and I'm not sure what to think. We got there early because I wanted to see the half-marathoners take off. It was pretty cool!! Then I had an hour to wait until we started. It was a beautiful morning - probably about 60 degrees, sunny, wind from the southeast. About 7:55, I headed out to the start. I went towards the back, since I knew I would be going slow. Little did I know how slow I would be..... Probably within the first mile and a half, I got to be the VERY LAST PERSON. I was embarrassed when the people were still clapping for me. I didn't run as much as I wanted to. I was hoping to run at least half, which I know I didn't do.
I did make it to the 5 mile mark, where I found out I finished in about one hour nine minutes. I wanted to finish in less than one hour 15 minutes, so I met that goal. So, I would have felt much better about it if I had been a different leg of the relay. Because any other leg, I wouldn't have been last.
So, while I was out there, I wasn't sure why I wanted to do this, I wasn't sure if I wanted to ever do another race, I wasn't sure I even wanted to finish the 5 miles I was doing. I was thinking that I wished I had my phone, I would have called Gary to come get me. I really don't think that I would've done that, but I kind of wanted to.
My next goal is to join Fleet Feet's 5K training program to run a 5K at the beginning of December.
I figure I can only improve from here, right??