It seemed like we had so long to train and then all of a sudden it was March 30th ... the day of our first 5k race. I was totally nervous and wasn't expecting much. It's a good thing I didn't expect a lot because it turned out to be a bust. I yanked my knee within the first quarter mile or so and most certainly did not make for an impressive time to say the least. In fact, I came in dead last. I was pretty upset about it to be honest. I felt pretty embarrassed to be the last person in a group of like 240 people. That means 239 people finished before me. Thats a lot. Then it was pointed out to me that we finished and we finished under an hour, and that should be something to be proud of. I realized I can't expect to be running amazing times right now with the shape my body's in. As I work harder and train myself I can only improve from here right? So, I'm proud of myself (and trish, my running partner) for actually taking the step to even run this race. The next race is in 2 weeks and I can't wait to see how I progress from now until then.

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