As the day draws near to my first ever 5K race, I am getting nervous. And I’m not really sure why.
I have never been… well… fast. Ever. I was a slow runner as a kid, an artsy teen, and an obese young adult. Not fast.
I know in my head that I’m not “racing” in a couple of weeks, but I do know that I will be around a few hundred others that are. And though I’m in this 5K as an expression of my commitment to better health and stewardship of my body, I want to do well.
But is that prideful? I don’t mean for it to be.
I’ve seen the commercials on TV for the run. Some intense folks at the front of that line! Totally not me.
I have been gradually improving my pace and feel really good about crossing that finish line in less than 30 minutes. I’ve been training in the heat and hills around my home, and know that it should be cooler and less strenuous running around downtown LEX. But while I won’t likely be at the back of the pack, I most certainly won’t be at the front of it.
Which isn’t the point, I know.
And another thing… I am the kind of person that does not like to do things halfway. I’m not necessarily competitive with other people… it’s more of an internal thing. If I set my mind to doing something, I want to do it well. So I’m completely bought in to this running thing, and have no regrets thus far. But I don’t want to become obsessive, which is also a tendency of mine if I’m not careful.
Can anyone else make sense of this? Something wrong with me? Any other runners get this way before a run?
Not a Camouflaged Soul 