Last week, I was primed for the first local road race of the season: the Mama's Day 5K. I had been putting my gym membership to good use, running three miles every other day in anticipation of the big race. Maybe this time, I would actually be a contender for the overall winner's trophy.
A couple days later, I finally caught a stomach virus that had been making the rounds in my family. I lost five pounds in a few days because my appetite was nonexistent for some time. I was too sick to keep up my training regimen, to my dismay. Although I recovered a couple days before the race, my chances of winning had evaporated.
This morning, I stood behind the starting line with a couple hundred other runners, determined to have a good time in spite of everything. With my dad and my sisters cheering me on, I crossed the finish line first in my age category, with a time of 23:49.
I know I can do better...my next race is coming up next month; maybe this time...
A couple days later, I finally caught a stomach virus that had been making the rounds in my family. I lost five pounds in a few days because my appetite was nonexistent for some time. I was too sick to keep up my training regimen, to my dismay. Although I recovered a couple days before the race, my chances of winning had evaporated.
This morning, I stood behind the starting line with a couple hundred other runners, determined to have a good time in spite of everything. With my dad and my sisters cheering me on, I crossed the finish line first in my age category, with a time of 23:49.
I know I can do better...my next race is coming up next month; maybe this time...