Finishing Last

I joined the Auto Review 10 k Run last Sunday. Little did I know it was going to so memorable.

First off, I didn't estimate the difficulty of Mc Kinley Hill. Shocks, the first two km were challenging already, and the second they said go, I knew I was going to be the last....

It was a slow run for me, since I do not practice sprints (yes, I know I should). I was getting tense seeing everybody in the other side while I was still making a u turn..

But I chose to let it go and have fun. Until I encountered a fellow runner (male), who cheated by making a short cut... Well, the last one to finish and all, I said to myself I would have to do this fair and square.

When we got out of the Heritage Park, the heat was scorching. I just smiled at the marshalls, they all probably thought I was so super slow, but I really didn't care. What mattered was that I was going to finish it.

I had two policemen behind me, and a marshall accompanying me to the last kilometer. They were really patient with me (it was my race after all). And when I got back, my goodness. They announced me as the LAST RUNNER!! I just had to be a good sport and took my cap off in acknowledgement. I knew someone was still behind me, but I was "lucky" enough to pronounced the last man standing....

My official time was around 1:35, well, others (even my husband) found it embarrassing, but I thought it was a special experience. And I know I have to look at it this way, so that I can make y runs much better. I don't want to get humiliated, angry, or engage in self pity. No room for that s#*t. I'm just glad I experienced that kind of fanfare...:)