Yesterday I ran the Irish Runner 5 mile race. It’s part of the Dublin Marathon Race Series, and my second 5 mile race.
It was pretty awesome. I gotta say! Despite the torrential downpour at mile 4, it was one of the better races I’ve run. I mean that both in terms of how it was organized, and how I did. By that I mean I’m excited to say I finished the race with a PB!
But before I get ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning!
So I have a 5 mile race on Saturday. This Saturday. Like, less than 2 days away Saturday.
I am so unprepared for this. I haven’t trained the way I want to and this has been a really bad week. I’m not ready, but, paradoxically, I’m not really worried about it.
So what’s going on?
Last week, I did something positively drastic. I mean that in the literal AND metaphoric sense.
Last week, I put myself and my fitness in the capable hands of a personal trainer.
Today was, for me, a pretty special day. Today I ran 10 kilometers for the first time ever. Yes, you read me right! I finally ran 10k!
In fact, not only did I run my first ever 10k, but in doing so I also ran the 10k Flora Woman’s Mini-Marathon for the first time!