So, I got up this morning at 4:45 a.m. to drive to Rock Hill for the race after getting about three hours of sleep. I didn’t think it was THAT big of a deal, because I had read some “Race tips” and a lot of people said that sleep is important, but not to freak out if you don’t get a lot of sleep the night before the race because most people don’t.
Anyway, this morning I was pumped and ready to go. The event was full of really enthusiastic people, many of whom were training for triathlons and had just run another 5k last night! (This is the point where I should have realized I was a little out of place..)

The 5k started and finished at the Winthrop Coliseum. It went through neighborhoods and then around the lake. For anyone familiar with this area, you may see the unfortunate turn this is taking soon.
Mile .25: Ok, awesome. Look everybody, I’m running! Check me out. Running. What a nice day. So sunshiney.
Mile .4: I .. Oh wow. That is a big hill to start with. No problem, I’ll just slog up it. No rush. This is just for me anyway.
Mile .5: Or I’ll just walk up it, make up time later.
Mile .7: Yes! Flat ground. Now we’re talking. This is what I’m used to. Oh, that sunshine is pretty warm today.
Mile 1: Oh look, another steep hill. Why am I sweating so much? Why did I forget sunscreen? Wow, I can’t believe it is only 1 mile down.
Mile 1.2: And… another one? It is OK! There are still people behind me, so at least I won’t be the last person. I mean, I’ve never been LAST even when I wasn’t training. There are always walkers, right? I’ve just got to keep going, and it will be fine.
Mile 1.6: Another !@#! hill? Hm.. wonder why I don’t see anyone walking? Did everyone pass me?
Mile 2: Are you !@#!@# kidding me? What is this? The !@#! Andes? Why is no one else around me walking? Or slogging? Or jogging? Am I at the end? I’m at the end. You have to be kidding me.
Mile 2.1: I’m never at the end. I’ve been running for two months, and I couldn’t run faster than ANY of these other people?
Mile 2.3: !@#$% hill !@#$@ sunshine !@#$% sweat !@#$% other runners !@#$% loser self
And that is when Awesomeness! Racing! Wooohoo!-Lizzie became this:
Mile 2.4-3.1: Waaa waaa, I’m so slow. Sweaty, slow pity party for one over here.
By the time I crossed the finish line, I seriously had psyched myself out. Honestly, my time was about what it is when I run at the Rail Trail which, considering the difference in terrain isn’t so bad. I hadn’t worn my watch because I thought it would help, but if I would have had it I would have known that my time was slow for this small group of racers, but not that slow for me personally.
If I hadn’t given into the “I’m the slowest person here, and I’m going to be last, and all this training was for nothing.”- mentality then I probably would have been a few MINUTES faster, giving myself a decent PR.
So, I’m happy to say I finished. And I’m happy that my mom did it with me. And I’m happy that I got my first 5k of the year out of the way.
But, I’m not happy that I was unprepared for all the hills and hotness and running-aloneness. I’m not happy that I let my surroundings get to me and that I was the real reason that I didn’t do as well as I could have.

Next time if I have to get emotional, hopefully I'll be Crying T.O. instead of Crying Tonya, because at least T.O. is a superstar athlete and has big muscles.
And this is me now..(notice, re-enactment played by Moneen the cat.)

Ok, take my picture if you must, but I'm just going to lay here. And I'm not going to smile either. Unless you bring me more sandwiches.
But, seriously, I am over feeling sorry for myself, and I feel like a total loser for giving up. Lessons learned, and more reason to train harder before the next 5k.


























