So this past weekend, I ran in another 5K - the Das Hustlehoff run which was in honor of Oktoberfest - and apparently David Hastlehoff.
This years? Not so much.
So I decided to not run in it. :) Instead, I picked a shirt that I got a few weeks ago when my younger sister was in town - I needed the motivation and the support that I felt from the shirt.
Truthfully? I was worried. The last race I ran was in April. But at that time, I was in much better shape...I've really fallen off the racing band wagon this summer - blaming it on the heat outside and the fact that I left my gym membership expire.
Well, that and while picking up the shirt from the Oktoberfest, I had two beers and a brat - not exactly great pre-running fuel.
Anyway, I chatted up the girls, made some jokes, and then we started the race. I passed them at first (which is pretty standard...there were four of them by the time the race started...and sometimes that makes people slower).
I was surprised to notice that the route changed from last year. Last year, the route was pretty flat. This year, the route took us up and down (TWICE) 20th street - which has a steep gradation - as well as a big hill up 15th to pass over I-25 (near the Highlands for you Denver-ites). It was tough. And at the top of 15th, I stopped running. I had to walk.
A few steps into walking, and two of the girls (the original two that I chatted up before the race), said "Come on! You're at the top of the hill! YOU CAN DO THIS!"
And I did.
I started running again...and kept pace with them almost all the way to the finish line. I learned that they were training for a half marathon and that they ran together often. I learned that they were BFFs and they learned my name and that I was going to eat a pancake after the race. :)
The last big hill, I stopped and walked about 100 yards from the top. I just couldn't keep running. As soon as it leveled off, I ran to the finish line.
And I'm proud. I'm proud that I raced, proud that I finished, and proud that I PR'd.