I’ve run many 5k’s but have never had the courage to do longer distances. I was nervous. I hadn’t trained. As a matter of fact I haven’t run more than two miles in months.
I have a fear every race I do that I will be the last one. I think it’s my main motivation to push myself. It happens to someone in every race. It happened to my mom once. There she was plugging down the course with a truck right behind her picking up the cones. She finished. I’m not sure if I would have.
I was late. When I finally got to the starting line, everyone was gone. As I was walking up one of the race officials hollered “Last call for the 10k.” I was the last person to start the race.
The 4th of July is a big deal around here. There is a parade that people come from miles around to see. They even camp out all night to save their place. Part of the race course follows the parade route. Here I was at the back of the pack running in front of thousands of people. I just put my head down and ran.
I listened to my favorite motivational song (twice) and just kept going.
I didn’t finish last. The good news about starting last is that you pass a lot more people than pass you.
I guess I’ll still have my last place fears to motivate me in the future and my last one starting experience to motivate me to get there on time.