I ran my first 10k on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. I wasn't too worried about it since I was up to 7 miles on my long runs, but I was a little nervious simply because I wanted to finish in less than an hour. It was a realistic goal since I average just under 10-minute miles. I felt good heading to the race but forgot to grab a bottle of water on my way out the door. I kept a steady pace throughout the race and felt pretty good until mile 6. My stomach began churning, and I was getting more and more nervous my "super food" banana was going to end up on someone's lawn. My pace slowed as my stomach grew more upset; I even went so far as planning which direction I should aim the banana as it made its reappearance. I didn't want it to end up on the girl just behind me. Fortunatley my stomach calmed a little as the finish line came into view, but as I rounded the corner and could see the clock, I knew there was no way I would finish under an hour. The distance between me and that blue line was clearly more than two seconds away. I finished in 1 hour 7 seconds.
I called my husband and told him I don't think I will be able to run a marathon this fall.
"You will."
That was all he said. How lucky am I that he has such unwavering faith in me?
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Awesome story and awesome support! You can do it!
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