First race

Yesterday, I ran my first race, The Nashua Soup Kitchen Run for Food & Shelter. Considering I never thought I'd be able to run more than a mile and haven't intentionally run with another person since 4th grade track, this was a pretty big accomplishment. All I wanted to do was finish the race without stopping, and I did that. At the finish line, I almost blacked out, but thank goodness there were tons of free sandwiches.

My mom brought me to the race, but in typical my mom fashion, she went to Dunkin' Donuts and lost track of time so when I crossed the finish line, she wasn't there. Ohhh, my mom. She came wandering into the gymnasium about fifteen minutes later saying "I'm so sorry honey, I knew you couldn't still be running because I saw all these fat girls finishing and I knew you would have beaten the fat girls." She wouldn't stop talking about "the fat girls". I kept trying to explain to her that they were probably much better runners than I, and more power to them for doing the race, but she just wouldn't saying insensitive things in her outdoor voice. So I just sat on the grass for a couple minutes trying not to throw up and then staggered into the gymnasium to get some free food, even though I could barely hold up my plate.

I need to start running some hills. That's what made this particular race so difficult, is that it had a very slight incline right at the beginning and then again at the end and it was difficult to recover from.

In conclusion, 192/297, 31:06, 10:01 pace