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 Britt 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.
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!