I can’t believe it! I ran my 10km race yesterday and made it over the finish line in 59:35. I had an amazing running partner who basically got me through it. By kilometre 1 I was already sore and winded. He just somehow made me keep moving. I just kept telling myself I could do one more at this pace, and I seemed to be able to. We even ran the second 5 km about 30 seconds faster than the first 5. At one point we were running past a few people who had finished their race and one of them yelled to my running partner that he had better stay with me. It was at that point that I realized how horrible I must look :-). Fortunately I was too tired to even laugh at that point. With 1/2 a kilometre left I saw that I was at 58:15 and I looked at my partner and said there is no way I am NOT doing this…and I found some inner strength and powered through…I still cannot believe I did it. I am so proud of myself! And not too sore today either. Yea!!