When my sister and her friend Katie visited Birmingham in March, they screamed at the top of their lungs “Vulcaaannn!!!” every time we saw The God of Metal’s steel bottom from various vantage points around Magic City.
So, when I told Karen I was running the Vulcan 10k last weekend, she suggested I sound their battle cry every time I wanted to quit, or every time I felt any pain, during the 6.2 mile run.
Before the race
Game faces for Summer and I
Well, it worked. Around mile 3, my thighs were just killing me. I don’t know if it was because I’d reached the hillier part of the course, or because of the 30-ish degree weather, but my thighs were just tight. So I yelled “Vulcaaannn!!” and kept on going.
When I reached 20th Ave., I looked up at the statue and cheered loudly, just as my left calf and hamstring started to cramp up. Right then I passed my BF and Summer‘s BF. Their cheers and smiles made me smile, and pushed me on.
Before I knew it, I had completed my first 10k.
6.2 miles. Done!
It was such a great feeling! I actually teared up after crossing the finish line because I just kept thinking, “Wow, at this time last year I could barely run a mile, much less 6.2!”
Now, granted, I did walk a little. Particularly when I got to the incline near the golf course off Highland. But I finished in 1 hour and 20 minutes — and all I wanted was to finish in 1 hour and 30 minutes. So I’m happy with my 13-minute miles. I’m just happy with my fitness level overall! It’s getting better with each race. How can I ask for more?!
After, Summer and I celebrated with some free Powerade Zero (me) and beer (her), followed by the Pancake House with our boyfriends. Pecan pancakes and bacon: Get in my belly! Check out Summer’s blog for more pics.
As for me, my 2010 running season is over and I’m already thinking about 2011. What’s up first? The Red Nose Run on January 8, maybe? Anybody wanna run with me?
Just let me lace up my sneakers…I’m ready to go!