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Leprechaun Leap 5K

A few weeks ago, I embarked on my 3rd 5K. I was very excited for this one. It was on a flat course and I felt this was a great opportunity to complete a sub 30 race. Plus, it was on St. Patrick’s Day which gave me a wonderful excuse to go green.

 J.R. decided to do the race with me, though he complained about me “forcing” him into yet another run. The man definitely hates to run. We set out that morning hoping it wouldn't rain on us. I don’t know what it is, but every time I do a 5K it is in rainy weather. Thankfully, the rain held off until after the race.

I have to say I had a pretty easy time of running this race. Recently, I started running outside again, instead of at the gym. I forgot how much I love running outside. This time I am running up all the hills that surround my house, rather than walking them. I believe this may have something to do with the ease of this race. Also, I was able to have my music during this run. This helps me out greatly, as I can focus on the music and not how tired I may be.

One problem I did come across was I did not know how far I had run. This seems to be a frequent problem of mine. Toward the end, this can be daunting as you aren’t quite sure how much you have left. Finally, at mile marker 3 there was some relief. I was almost done. I apparently missed all the other mile markers along the way. I saw the most important one, the last one.

At that sight, I began to sprint. I wanted to be able to say I did everything I could. Honestly, I felt like I was going to throw up. I kept pushing. As I crossed the finish line, the time read 30.17. I knew I started the race more than 17 seconds after the gun time. I was hopeful that I had made my goal.

I waited for J.R. to finish and we looked up our official results. I was elated to find my time was 29.14! I finally did it! On to the next goal. J.R. was a bit disappointed. It seems he is always just a few seconds over his goal time. But I am so very proud of him for going out there and running.

I’m on to the next race. The next few are all bikes. My next run won't be till my Mud Run in June. I haven’t done a race for bikes alone yet so I’m looking forward to it. We have the Sea Otter Classic in Monterey in a couple of weeks. Should be fun!

Just gotta keep moving!


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