Believe it or not (those who know me well probably won’t believe it), this morning I woke up at 3:30 AM to run. I don’t know but I think I have the running bug that’s going around.
This wasn’t just any regular weekend run, this was a race, and it was my first 10k race. This is what I had been preparing for last week at the track during my vacation and had been going to sleep earlier the last few days to be able to wake up early today.


Everything I did worked because I got there on time and still had a lot of time to kill before the race. This gave me time to talk to friends who were also running. Today’s event had three different races we could choose from; 5k, 10k or 16k. The all started with a difference of ten minutes from each other and had different turning points to go back.


I decided to start this race walking for about two minutes, then run but I didn’t rush myself. This race wasn’t about making time, this was about finishing the longest race I had ever done. I had nothing to compare it to because I had never done a 10k or a race in the mountains. I had been up there before but it’s not the same seeing all that from the car window, to being out there and enjoying the breeze and the quiet.




When I got to the turning point, a little after mile 3, that’s when I knew thing would get a little more difficult. Until then we had been going down, on the way back we would be going up the mountain, but I had already completed three miles, only three to go. Before I knew it I only had two, then one and then I started hearing all the commotion from the finish line. That’s when I start running a little faster, when I know I’m almost there.

I crossed the finish line in 1:31:07 That’s amazing because when I signed up for the race I had to set an average time and I set 1:30 which was just doubling my 5k timings from when I signed up. I did this just trying to more or less time myself by running eight minutes and walking two.


I’m so happy I did this and I want to thank my coach Freddy, Godo, my old and new friends in the running group for all their help, support and motivation.
But above all, I really want to thank my family for encouraging me, being supportive and helping me in every way they can; from taking me to run during weekdays, weekends and vacations, to taking me to races and waiting for me, even if it means waking up at dawn. I couldn’t ask for a better, more encouraging or supportive team. Thank you, I love you!
