Okay, so I’ve always wanted to run a race, you know, like a proper one with crowds and everything. And the Long Beach race in California seemed like the perfect opportunity. I mean, who wouldn’t want to run by the beach?
First things first, I registered for the race online. It was pretty straightforward, just filled in my details, picked my race category (I went for the shorter one, let’s be real), and paid the fee. Boom, I was officially in!
Next up, the training. Oh boy, this was the tough part. I’m not exactly a fitness freak, so I had to start slow. I began with short jogs around my neighborhood, gradually increasing the distance each day. I used a running app on my phone to track my progress, which was kinda motivating, seeing those numbers go up.
- Started with 20-minute jogs.
- Increased distance by 10% each week.
- Complained a lot to my friends about being sore.
Then there was the whole diet thing. I’m a sucker for junk food, so cutting down on that was a struggle. I tried to eat more fruits, vegetables, and, you know, “healthy” stuff. It wasn’t fun, but I figured it would help me on race day.
Finally, race day arrived! I woke up super early, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. I put on my running gear, had a light breakfast, and headed to the starting line. The atmosphere was electric! So many people, all pumped up and ready to go.
The race itself was a blur. I remember the starting gun, the cheering crowds, and the feeling of my legs burning. I kept pushing myself, one step at a time. There were moments when I wanted to give up, but the energy of the other runners kept me going.
Crossing the Finish Line
And then, I saw it – the finish line! I sprinted the last few meters, feeling a surge of accomplishment. I did it! I actually finished the race! I got my medal, grabbed some water, and collapsed on the grass, completely exhausted but incredibly happy.
It was an amazing experience, something I’ll never forget. Would I do it again? Maybe. But first, I need a long nap and a very large pizza.
