I am the prodigal blogger- I can't explain why,or give particulars, but I feel so busy lately. Just life. Nothing of note, nothing unusual, nothing that every other housewife and mother of young children doesn't do on a daily basis. As life goes, I find myself becoming more and more busy-busyness that I know will only increase with time. Good busy, but I'm still having a hard time managing my time. Finding time to cook, clean, meal plan, coupon, garden, exercise, laundry,ironing, grocery shop, do errands, play with my kids, take care of the pets, have a life, sleep... I need better time management skills. Still, despite sporadic exercise lately I did make time to run my first race!
It seemed almost anticlimactic by the time I did it. For the last couple/few weeks I have corrected many misconceptions about a 5k and races in general. It usually went something like this:
'How long is a 5k exactly?'
'Just 3.1 miles.'
'Oh, that's not bad at all.'
"Wow! 5 miles!'
'No, it's a 5K, so 3.1 miles.'
Many instances of downplaying the feat or having others minimize it for me. Then one day Linda asked me when my marathon was. I sputtered, "A marathon?! No, it's only a 5k.' She asked what the difference is, I told her and tried to explain that people train forever to do marathons and that is a completely different thing. Like, something I hope to do someday, but...ha. No, 3 miles. Again, minimizing. I talked to Nana the night before the race and she also wished me luck on my marathon. I just let it slide.
So by the time I actually got there to do it, I kind of felt like... much ado about nothing.
Still, I was pretty pumped to pin my bib on. Timm had to work so he couldn't go but he snapped a couple of shots before he left.
I really hate this picture, but I am posting it for motivation to keep it up. It is evidence that although I have lost weight, there is still a lot to lose. Yuck.
Luckily I was able to drop the girls off at Molly's for the race. It happened to go through her neighborhood so it was convenient- for me, at least. I dropped them off and Molly drove me to the congregating crowd before the race. I checked in and got my timing chip and tied i ton my shoe. Walking through the crowd I felt like a total fraud. I felt like it was painfully obvious that I've never done this before, I wasn't a 'real' runner, evidenced by my lumpy 'Athena'-like non-runner's body. Luckily I did know 2 other people in the race and we started together. There were 800 runners!
When we started it was so cool- they closed one side of the roads, so we had 2 or 3 lanes to comfortably run through. I was of course in the back of the pack, which did have the advantage of a very cool sight. Hundreds of runners spanning the horizon, all heading for the same goal, the same finish line. There were even small children, from 5 and up.
My synopsis: it was great. It was hard. 3.1 miles is a lot longer than you might imagine. Even the slightest of inclines is brutal when you're running it, especially when you're out of shape and overweight. My goals were 3-fold: Run as much of it as I could, come in under 45 minutes, and push myself to my limit. I'm happy to say that I did all three. On paper, (or in pictures-) my accomplishment doesn't look like much. My time was 43:14, and I came in 734th place, out of 775. I beat 41 people, none of which were several octogenarians that passed me, young children, and a blind guy with a 4-foot pole leading the pack. Still. I worked hard. I can say I worked as hard as I could. In fact, at times I was dizzy, had chills, and felt a little sick to my stomach-probably signs of overexertion or overheating, but I'd be damned if I stopped or slowed down. I might not have had a spectacular performance, but I ran 3.1 miles, the same distance, the same as everyone else did. The good part is that as long as I continue to train it should be easy to continually improve my time! The next one I want to do is on the 4th of July, so my goal is to improve my time. By what, I don't know.
Molly brought my 2 and her 2 kids to the last turn to see me and cheer me on. Sebastian and Bella were holding construction paper signs for me and cheering. It definitely gave me a boost for the last hill right before the finish line. I also had a friend who ran ahead of me waiting for me at the finish. That helped too.
It was such a fun, festive atmosphere. It was like a party! The whole parking lot was filled with local businesses and their booths. There was a local radio station, Rita's Water Ice giving out free ice, baked goods, bananas, PowerAde, massage chairs, and on and on. People stayed for at least an hour or hour and a half after I finished, just socializing, glowing. It felt awesome to be part of the collective.
My shoes, laced the way Hannah showed me to help alleviate my Morton's Nueroma as best i can. (Basically a pinched nerve in my toes. Not fun.) Incidentally, these are some sweet Sauconys that are usually upwards of $100 that I got for $30- deal master!
Ever since I started this attempt at running my right heel continues to bleed as it tries to form an effective callous. It keeps rubbing the same spot every time, so its taking a bit to toughen up. Luckily, I don't even feel it anymore. I'm concentrating more on the pinching nerve pain in my left foot and the resulting hip pain I have after I finish from my different leg lengths. (Apparently.) I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin...
So there you have it. A very detailed account of 43 minutes of my life this last Saturday. I can't wait to do it again. I haven't run since then, spending the time taking Advil and resting my hip. Tomorrow I hit the pavement again at 5 am.