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Interlaken Steeple Chase

I did my first 5k race on Saturday, Nov. 14 a few miles outside Ithaca, NY. It was only slightly nerve-wracking. I got up early, drove up all by myself and ran, not knowing a soul. Fortunately I have been to two other races(though not alone) so I did have an idea of what to expect. I had to leave my cheering section at home--the race was too far away to leave the kiddos at home for hubby to come along, and our wrestler had practice, so I couldn't bring the whole crew. The stakes were high -- the other two races I've done involved a lot of walking...,my goal for this hilly course was to run the whole thing.

Happily I met my goal of running the whole way, -- not fast, but with toenails matching my running gear (it actually wasn't planned!) My time was 33:38 though I would have preferred a time of about 3 minutes faster. Hubby obliged me with a picture, but I think he was a bit anxious to get out to the tree stand for hunting--thus the blur.


Comments

Nicki said…
JenLo - wonderful time! I am not sure I could have done this course in that time. Great job!!
Suzy said…
Great job on your race! Running the whole thing is an accomplishment to be proud of.
Jen said…
Go You! I love a good road race. If Sarah would shorten her marathons to 5Ks, we could run together. Ha!
Janet said…
I overheard you and Dave talking about this on Sunday. Congrats! I ran a race once (years ago) near Cooperstown, and it was hilly... I can't imagine running near Ithaca!
Sarah said…
Well done on doing your first 5k all alone! It's so intimidating. Feels good, though, doesn't it? The race atmosphere. The people. The runners. The cheering. So much different than training and running alone.

And this was the perfect post to read this morning because I have stopped my training and I need to pick it up again. I'm all signed up for a marathon in February and should be running about 14 miles this weekend...um, say again?
Mrs. F said…
Awesome job on the 5k!

Too funny on the matching toenails!
Found your blog though Suzy's blog when you mentioned running for World Vision at the 1/2. Sounds good!

Great job on running the entire way at the 5K! Yay!!!

So... matching toenails for the race. I guess you're one of those barefoot runners?! ; )

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