Turkey Trot Part 1

Hey everyone!

I hope you had a fantastic weekend. Mine was relaxing and fun- a perfect combination.

I ran a Turkey Trot 5k on Saturday- I’m calling this Part 1 because I’m doing another on Thursday.

Last year, I ran the 10k version of this but decided to scale it back this year. In retrospect, I’m so glad I did. I was still pretty worn out from giving blood. I went to do a short run on Friday- 2 miles- and could barely run a mile before stopping.

sunny shadows pre-race

My plan for Saturday was to just take the race according to how I felt. I started out a pace that felt good, running along side my friend who had also signed up. However, I got to a point where I felt I could push it a little and started to run a bit faster. I did okay for about the first mile and then needed a short walking break. Once I felt my heart rate lower again, I would run slowly at first. I think my biggest problem was that every time I started to run I just wanted to push myself more and more and then would end up winded. I took about 2 more walking breaks over the course of the race and still ended up with about a 9:24 pace- not bad but not close to what I was running before that.

exhausted!

As frustrated as I was, I realized it was completely out of my control. I did something good, that will benefit someone’s life and I wouldn’t change that for one little race. My body will be back to normal soon and I’m glad that I was able to run and listen to my body and respond to its needs.

finishers!

Oh and my after race treat? Pizza, beer, and a mini blizzard- not a bad combo!

I’m excited for my upcoming race this week too and have a better idea of what to expect from my body.

Have a great day!

Any exciting Thanksgiving Day workout plans for you?

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Getting my run on

A year ago Sunday is when I finally felt Iovercame my running ‘weakness’.

Exercise has always been a part of my life. Since I was little, I’ve been involved in a number of sports but only swimming stuck. I attributed this to the fact that I couldn’t run.

When I say I couldn’t run, I mean I would get red in the face, very short of breath, and my body would burn. Some might say this is just working hard but even now, I still doubt what my body could do.

For example, when I had to run a mile in high school under a certain time limit, I had to walk a lap cool down, fight back tears, and nurse a bloody nose that I got from all the effort. NOT my idea of a good time.

However, the spring semester of my freshman year in college, I started running a little. Outside at first, and then on the treadmill. I probably ran 2 miles at a time but I thought I was running 10. No biggie because that was the gateway I needed. I started to feel really good running and wanted to keep doing it and get better at it. The summer in between and my sophomore fall I hit the gym everyday, running and conditioning myself mainly because it was such a great workout.

This time last year I ran my first race, a 5k. I surprised myself with my time, my endurance and my ability to accomplish something I never thought I could. I finally felt that I could call myself a runner.

Me (in the middle) after my first run!

I continue to run (and do various other physical activities) but running has taught me that often we’re often ┬áthe biggest obstacle in the way of our goals. Maybe I really couldn’t run when I was younger, but training myself and pacing my effort bit by bit showed me nothing is overly impossible. It might take sometime but the end result is absolutely worth it.

Currently, I’m training for a 15k and pushing myself even further.

Have an excellent weekend!

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Hi! I'm Kristina and a college student who loves food, eating, fitness, and variety of other fun things! I have a combined love of food and fitness and trying to balance it all into my busy life. FoodNook is my way of documenting my experiences and adventures in navigating healthy living on my own and trying out new things.