I was fortunate that my sister was already running before I ran my first race. She talked me into doing an 8K and drove me to it, made me warm up, showed me the ropes, etc. And then once the race started, she planned on leaving me. Well, I finished about 20 seconds behind her (probably b/c I walked up a hill) and yelled to her as I finished, since she wasn't waiting for me yet. She jokingly accused me of cutting the course But I had a man talk me into running again and drag me with him when I was ready to walk and just give up. It can make all the difference in the world - thanks for helping that boy!

(and as a side note, that first race was the fastest pace I've ever done, and probably will do again sometimes ignorance is bliss!)