This weekend, I did something I never expected to do: run an organized race! As a kid, running was never really my strong suit, nor has it really been since then. However, over the past few years, I've developed a sort of appreciation for getting outside and going for a run. I've gone through waves of interest, from heavy to moderate to none, but earlier this year, a friend mentioned that he was going to do the Sporting Life 10km in May and I figured, "What the hell?! I should give it a shot." And I did. I trained - not excessively, I might add - and went into my first race this past Sunday morning with a combined sense of nervousness, anxiety, excitement and confidence... a strange, and very contradictory combination, I know. I also should mention that my ego may have gotten the best of me when signing up, as I registered for the first corral - the under 45 minutes corral. Very bold, Mr. Fautley, very bold. But, in doing so, I set my goal. I was going to finish under 45 minutes, no excuses.
So, come race day, I managed to conquer my anxiety and my nervousness, as well as appease my excitement and perhaps rock my confidence all at the same time. I ran the race I wanted to run, finishing with a time of 44:13, with an average pace of around 4:26 per/km. I have to say, I'm very proud of my time, and although I'm feeling the after effects of running 10 kilometres down Yonge street in Toronto, I'm happy to report that my next goal is to run a half marathon, followed closely by a marathon. By next year's Sporting Life 10km, I hope to cut my time down to under 40 minutes, besting my Uncle Barry's PB when he was running circuits years back. Again, very bold of me to set the bar so high, but if have that goal, I'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. Thanks to everyone who made Sunday so special - all the staff, the volunteers, and my family and friends who supported me. Can't wait to do it again!