So I ran a 5K today to support my wife who had signed up for the 8-mile run (ugh) even though I hadn't run in a race for about 10 years.
I mistakenly chased a bunch of 13-year olds for the first mile then almost passed out halfway through the race since the pace was about 2 minutes per mile faster than I could ever imagine running.
I tried to drink water at mile 2 but ended up spitting it all over myself.
At mile 2.5 I contemplated quitting and ripped out my headphones in disgust at my musical choice (2000's rap).
At mile 3 I was jogging as fast as I can normally walk carrying $100 worth of groceries.
But I finished.
My wife ended up with a sub-10 minute pace for the 8 miles which was her goal, and myself with an 8:50 pace (not my goal). But I ended up with a 2nd place medal for my age group.
I would have been happy to wear my medal with pride, however I realized myself and the other guy were the only one's in our age group.
Overall though, it was a pretty fun experience..