Over the course of the past 2 weeks I’ve been through all five stages of grief:
- Denial - No way I just ran the worst marathon of my life.
- Anger - F#$K you, marathon!
- Depression - I’m never running again…
- Bargaining - First born for a Boston Qualifier?
- Acceptance - Yup, I hosed that one!
Obviously those are exaggerated, but I was initially upset then finally got around to accepting my “failure”.
So moving forward, the plan was to race shorter distances and faster paces. This morning I took my first step towards that goal. I ran in my first “official” 5K!
I went into this morning’s race with no expectations. I just wanted to get my feet wet in the 5K scene and have some fun. I ran a good race and it was shocking to me how different these are from marathons. It really is a completely different mindset. No chafing, no fluids, no gels, no wall! Toally awesome! I had a great time!
And here’s the kicker… I placed 2nd in my age group! Check out the hardware!
Having focused on the marathon distance for so long, these shorter distances are really a lot of fun. Placing in my age group… well that was an unexpected and awesome surprise!
I’m off to polish my pedal…