<human>: My first official race was a 5k for my Aunt, who I had lost 6 months before to cancer. I'd been training for months, And raised over $120 to help the fight. 

On the day of the race I find the girls from our group, and we all wait together, chatting. 15 minuets before a warm-up plays on a big screen, and then it's 5 minuets to the race. I'm excited, keeping the music ready to go.

When we start the race, it's a slight bottleneck out, then the road widens out. I keep a good pace, and say hello to some of the other runners. At a half mile from the finish, everyone's tired but we just keep going. Someone jokes as they pass, and it's met with good jest.

I hit 500 feet from the finish and sprint the last part, tired and happy. My twin yells 27:32 at me, and I realize I ran a lot faster than the 30-40 minuet time I thought I'd receive. But the one thing that made the race worthwhile, was my dad holding back tears and crushing me in a bear hug, sobbing how proud he was. It had all been for his sister.

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<bot>: Ran my first 5k for m aunt, finish faster than I thought at 27:32, dad cries. :) Best. Day. Yet.