Saturday was the big day. A little over eight weeks since I started running, I ran my first race. I was really excited, but really nervous, too. I've never done anything like this, so I had no idea what to expect, how to prepare or if I would embarrass myself! My best friend ended up not being able to join me, so I ran with my uncle Heath and his wife Susan. Josh was out of town for the weekend (Final Four in NOLA, of course), so he texted me throughout the morning to keep in touch. I've been pretty consistently running a 10 1/2 minute mile outside and a little longer than that on the treadmill. As much as I would love to be faster than that, I'm just not there yet. My goal was to run in about 33 minutes, giving myself 11 minutes per mile. We started in a huge crowd of people, but after ...