A friend of mine resumed his training for a half-marathon. He's about my age, survived a cancer, not an athlete and he did run a half-marathon last year. So I thought what the heck – I can try, perhaps not a half-marathon, probably not this year, but if he did it why can't I. There is a joke about a runner who finishes a marathon in 5 h, who says to the winner – so, you can only run for 2 and half hour? One day I might be that runner.
Up to this moment I've finished two official races – 4 miles and 10K. Both times I finished at the end of the group of 200-300 people and am very proud of myself :) First, it's a great experience – being outside, getting endorphin naturally, achieving some small goals and hopefully not hurting my joints. My conciliation for outwearing my knees is that yoga cancels out a negative effect. Yeah, I am an optimist! Second, it was always some kind of adventure. Until the day before my first race I thought that it's 4K race, so I learned the difference between miles and km hard way. During the 10K race (this time I made sure it's Ks not miles) I got lost twice. I wrongly assumed that at every mile there will be a cheering crowd as it was during the first race and didn't print the course of the race. I got lost twice but thanks to friendly residents of the town of Norwalk, I was able to get back on track. Third, the winners wait for all participants to finish so they can get their trophies. I felt like I owe them and stayed for the ceremony. It didn't take long after my finish anyway:)
I am looking forward to my next 3 and 5 mile races. It makes me wonder what kind of adventure is waiting for me then...