In which I ran further than I was s’posed to

So I ran my 5K a month ago, and then afterward, it was like there was a running lull. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with my 5K performance, but I was willing to blame the heat, etc. So I went ahead and signed up for another run, but this time just a 2-miler so I could focus on endurance. I really didn’t like how much walking I did for my 5K.

That being the plan, I’ve been running off and on since the 5K and really enjoying the better weather, and I was looking forward to this next run because I felt more prepared and like I knew what to expect.

Well, apparently I was a little too cocky in my “I’ve so done this before” BECAUSE I DIDN’T HEAR THE GUY SAY SPECIFICALLY WHERE TO TURN AROUND.

But apparently I wasn’t the only one. See, the race guy announced to run 1 mile and then turn around at “blah blah blah blah second path to the right and straight on til morning OR WHEN YOU SEE THE SET OF ORANGE CONES.Ok. When I see the cones, I turn around at one mile. Great. Great. I can so do this. I OWN THIS.

Here’s the thing. It’s all well and good when you tell a couple hundred people to turn around at the orange safety cones, but notsomuch when somebody has MOVED the cones. So I, and 200 other people, all ran about 1.5 miles before we realized there was no way in heck that we hadn’t seen the cones yet, and turned around to come back.

So I ran a 5K. AGAIN. Except I STILL didn’t do a whole lot better because I got so psyched out about how far I had gone.

I really am amazed at how mental running is for me. Maybe it is for you, too. I don’t know, I’m a newbie. But I got really psyched out and depressed when I was stinkin’ exhausted and kept thinking, “And I’m not even HALFWAY YET!?!?!” But my time was better than the first 5K, and it was nice to see Simon and Jude at the finish line. My nephew Matthew ran it, as did my bro-in-law.

Simon and Eric were getting really nervous when the 5K people were all coming back before the 2-mile people. When I told him how far I had run, he laughed and laughed. Oh well. All’s well that ends well.

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