Ten. Kilometers that is.

6.2 miles.

I ran my first race, I ran my first race.
I DIDN'T get trampled.
I DID enjoy myself.
I was a wee bit intimidated by some of the hard-core marathon-ers but the event turned out to be quite a friendly place to run in, with competitors of all ages congratulating one another on a job well done. I had dreams prior of being torn to pieces by a pack of werewolf runners.
I felt proud and I want to do it again and shave some minutes off my time.
Arden was the best cheering squad ever.

Rounding the final bend and about to bust a gut laughing as they mispronounce my last name crossing the finish line.

Running buds. Next stop, New York City Marathon! (Ha!)

PS: I'm sore.


Nicole said...

Oh Erika Kobalka (ha ha) Congrats on your race! How long did it take you?! I think your awesome for doing it! WHOOOT!

Erika said...

I know right?!?! This time it was Koboooka. :) It took me an hour and a half. Longer than I was hoping but those up and down trails along the river were tricky.

natasha said...

Good for you friend.

I'm super jazzed to see you on Friday.

LiQi (pronounced "leechee") said...

Do I spy running buddy AND nose ring buddy? :) Awesome! Congrats! How I wish I could get into running.

Carla said...

AH! I'm so proud of you! Good job, Erika!