Hey guys! ^-^
So excited to finally be writing this post! Two weeks ago I ran my first ever 5K, it was simultaneously one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking experiences in my life. The race took place on May 28th and was organized by Buurtcoöperatie OHG. My boyfriend (he was my support mule; carrying my bag, water, camera, hoodie, etc) and I arrived about an hour before my event began, and went to pick up my number immediately.
My boyfriend, Rens, was really excited (him actually showing excitement in the first place is rare) about the bib number. His favorite baseball player, Tim Lincecum, played with that number back when he played for the San Francisco Giants (and also later when he played for the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim; side note: does anyone even use the full name of the team?).
I had never worn a running bib before that day, but I had always imagined wearing it over my chest. However, I quickly realized that it wasn’t gonna happen (too much boob, you feel me? 😓). So, instead, I pinned it over my stomach, and even that took a solid 5 minutes before it was properly fastened.
At 11:30 AM, everyone competing in the 5K was standing ready at the start line. I was in the middle of the pack, and because of oh so stunning height, I couldn’t see shit (I’m 1.62m, in between a bunch of tall af Dutch people). When they gave the start signal, everyone started running, and because I was in the middle of the pack, I had no choice but to keep their pace.
This is the part where I should mention that I’m not a fast runner. At all. My average pace tends to be around 9min/km. Suddenly I found myself running at 7.30min/km. After the pack broke apart, I thought about slowing down to my usual pace, but practically everyone was passing me by at this point already. I figured I’d do my best to keep the pace; at this point, I had already started training for 10K’s, so I figured maybe I can do a 5K at a faster pace than I usually run.
About 1.5km in, I’m starting to regret keeping up this pace. My body was tired and my legs felt as heavy as lead. The sun was also shining like a bitch, so I was sweating more than usual. I would have stopped running if it weren’t for the lovely people who were standing in the streets cheering me and other runners on.
A little before the 2km mark, an angel of a child appeared. He was holding a cup of water and gave it to me. It was the cup of water that rejuvenated me, suddenly my body wasn’t exhausted anymore, and my legs could finally move properly again. So I kept up the pace, only going up to 8:35min/km, but throughout the whole race, I kept an average of 7:53min/km.
I had wanted to finish under 50.00min because I was sick for 2 and a half weeks, and that screwed up my training schedule. However, I wound up finishing at 38.42min, under the 40 min mark! I was ecstatic! Sure, I was second to last (lol), but I finished the race, and at a time I wasn’t expecting to be able to finish at!
Afterwards, I had to sit down and get some water in my system. I was absolutely dead, plus the harshness of the sun gave me a mild headache. Regardless of that, I was (and still am) happy to have run this 5K. The OHG Buurtloop was my first 5K, and I can’t wait to see how I improve from there 😁
Thank you for reading! xx
(P.S. Special thanks to Rens for the support and for taking pics for me!)
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