5k. All day everyday. Or maybe not.
Yesterday, my host dad asked me if I wanted to run a 5k with him today. My initial reaction was: NO WAY! I'm crazy out of shape. I haven't ran in forever. What is running, anyway? How will I do it? So I did what any slightly crazed girl in a foreign country would do. I said yes. I just finished my first 5k and it was crazy. It was cold and the terrain was hills. I can hardly run when it's flat much less over hills. But I did it. My goal initially was to finish the race, then it became to finish in under an hour, then to finish before my dad (He was running the 10k). Due to my horrid lack of any perception of time, and the flaw in the people running the race to accurately get my time. I have no clue how fast I was. I did finish before my dad though, so that's good. How much before? I haven't a clue. Enough time to drink two cups of hot tea and wonder around a bit. Though, that says very little about time. Now back to the race, it was difficult, I did a mixture of running-walking-jogging and managed to finish. It was a ton of fun, and I think I want to do it again. I know, I'm insane. Anywhoodle, for the next race I will train, so begins a new chapter of my life. Running. Let's see how long it last and how it goes. :)
Update: it took me 39 minutes. Not bad considering it was my first and I spent very little of it running :D