
Running a 10k is a lot like being pregnant.
I would know because I was pregnant once. (
NO, i am not now)
And I've now run 2 10k's.
See, you start out and you think "oh this isn't so bad". Then you realize you've only gone about .2 miles (weeks).
Then for the first 3 miles (or months) you feel sick. You want to throw up. You want to cry. You don't know why you decided to do this since it's nothing but miserable. Your cold, then your hot, then your cold again.
Your hungry, your thirsty, you don't want anything for fear of throwing up all over your friends.
The last 3 miles (3 months) you just hurt. You hurt in strange places that really have nothing to do with what your doing. Like your right shoulder. Your back hurts, your stomach hurts, your lungs hurt, your legs hurt. Your so so hot. You know that at some point your going to be done, but WHEN?!
People stare at you.
People cheer for you.
Finally your near the end. Your pushing yourself but you don't think you can do it.
Your shouting out random things like "HERE COMES BACK FAT!" and getting/receiving death stares.
And then it's over. And you feel like crying.
It's such a HUGE sense of accomplishment.
Your exhausted, sore, bruised, and so so SO happy it's over.
Sadly though, after a 10k you only go home with a t-shirt.
And then of course 2 days later you start to forget how horrible it was and wonder when you'll do it again.
*It should be noted and shouted from rooftops that we beat our old time by 6 minutes. And that was on a course that was mostly uphill. And thats no exaggeration.