10K Thoughts- Inside my Head

The 5K is starting, maybe I should have signed up for it instead.
I'm freezing.
Why are some people in shorts...it's 38-ish degrees.
Should I wear gloves?
Should I carry a water bottle.
Race starts.

Don't fall, don't trip.
Start your watch.
Start music.
Put gloves on.
Don't go too fast, you will kill yourself before the end.
Wait, what is this?
A hill? On the first mile?
Where's Laura? Where's Meredith?
I knew they were fast but I don't even see them anymore.
Oh, there's my cousin. She's a super duper great runner so as long as I can see her, I'm doing well.
Cars are ZOOMING by.
I can only imagine how mad they are that they are being stopped on a green light.

Mile 2.
Okay, still a great pace.
I can see my cousin still.
Average pace is around 9:30.
Who am I?
I never run this fast.
I can't feel my feet it's so cold.
No, but really my feet are numb.
Don't stop, get it get it.
Think about the blog post I'm gonna write when I get done with this.
Think about crossing the finish line.
Quitting is not an option.
Quitting is not an option.
Why is there a little girl running?
She must be like K&A's age.
And why is she passing me?
There's another kid.
A boy around 12....of course he's fast too.
Shocker.
Water. Don't slow down, just drink it while running.
Water up my nose, I'm going to drown.

Mile 3.
If this were a 5K, I'd be almost done.
Instead I'm almost halfway.
Pregnant lady passes me.
Really?
Keep running, keep running.
I'm getting hot now.
Still can't feel my legs. But I'm getting use to them being numb.
Why are so many people passing me?
I'm maintaining my same pace, why do they have so much energy?
I should have started in the back so that I could at least pass a few people.
A cute little blonde who has a hair bow in passes me.
A girl with the sickest figure ever passes me, and she is barely breathing heavy.
A guy in man-leggings passes me.

Mile 4.
Only 2 miles left.
My back hurts.
Maybe I'm pregnant.
I'm alone.
Seriously, am I last??
**Turns back to look**
No, there are tons of people back there.
I guess I'm just slower than the fast people but faster than the slow people.
At least I'm not last.

Mile 5.
An old lady passes me.
She must be at least 100.
And she looks like she has been running for at least 95 years.
A girl in a tutu passes me.
But she has on a running shirt, so that means she runs a lot, right?
That makes it okay.
A couple passes me. The girl is wearing a fleece vest, seriously?
I'm dying.
And sweating.
I'm holding my gloves in my hands, my headband is around my neck.
And I swear if it didn't slow me down, I would take my shirt off.
The guy that passes has on a shirt that says Marathon on it.
He ran a marathon?
That must mean I'm hanging with some big dogs, right?
I got this.

Mile 6.
Oh crap, I thought I was only running 6.
Duh Lora, a 5K is 3.12 miles so of course a 10K isn't only 6.
Maybe you should have googled how many miles it was before signing up.
Almost there.
Another hill? Holy crap there are a lot of heels.
Run hard.
Think about posting your time on IG.
You do NOT want it to be over 1 hour, 15 minutes.
That is my goal, nothing over.
I can see the finish line.
I did it, I'm doing it.

Stop watch.
Stop running.
I can't feel my legs.
My back hurts.
My feet hurt.
But I did it.

1 hour, 5 minutes.
10:30 average pace.
Better than expected.

And now, I'm going to find a sticker for a 10K.
Cause what good is running a race and not getting a sticker?
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