|The day before, getting excited!|
|got a pretty sweet medal too!|
As soon as I crossed that finish line (that I swore was never coming) my thought was "I'm a "10k-er now." Good bye 5k, those are easy-peesy-lemon-squeezey (as my grade 8 teacher would say.)
I am so thankful my dad ran the race with me. He told me to just listen to my music and he would pace me. And boy, he did a good job because we finished in 56:34.
9 whole minutes under my goal time.
Now what, you ask? Well I have another 10k on May 5th.