My First 10K

I ran my first 10K on October 17th this year.  My goal was to run the whole thing, and I didn't, I walked, two times, for a short distance, and am still very disappointed that I did.  However, I am happy with the fact that in the ten weeks since the Flat Five, I managed to shave a minute off my pace, so I'll focus on being happy about that.  My dad ran the race with me, and he kicked my butt!  I'm so incredibly proud of him! 

We got ready for the race, ran about the first mile together and then I didn't see him again until after it was over!

Nathan and the girls came to the race to cheer me and dad on along with mom.  This is the first time they were there at the finish line, and I can't tell you how much it meant to me to see them there cheering and clapping, I could feel a huge smile spread on my face, and my eyes stinging with some tears, I love my family, and it meant the world to me to have them there.

Nathan's sister Jessie also ran the race, this was her first race ever!  She did a great job and was immediately ready to do it again!

The finishers:

When I was a kid my dad used to run a lot of races, 5K's and 10K's.  I can remember attending several of them, and in typical "tween" fashion, being utterly bored sitting around waiting for the race to be over.  Never, in a million years, did I ever think that he and I would be running races together, but I so love that we are.