Today, I ran a 12 km race. I can no longer use the word marathon because my sister, who has upgraded herself as a full marathoner said to me that there's only full marathon or half marathon, anything other than that does not count. Fine. So, I ran a race.
My last race was back in 2010 I think, SCKL - retired after that, told myself that I don't ever want to suffer like that anymore! So why am I doing this again? One, race was organized by the company sis is working in, so, support a bit. Two, few of us were planning to run this - which in the end, 1 had commitment, 1 FFK and 1 never registered. Bah.
How was the race? Surprisingly, I enjoyed it and I had fun. When crossing the finishing line, I felt a pretty strong sense of accomplishment and I smiled to myself. I was thinking back on all my previous races when I always failed to finish in time/walked most of the distance - and all the training finally paid off. I felt good - no, I felt awesome!
Then I went to get ice cold Milo and it was heaven.
And now, I want to run more and improve on my timing. At the same time, I'm thinking of running a half marathon in 2013. The running bug has bitten me once again.