Rockin’ my sweaty 5k tshirt last night!
Ay Chihuahua! (More like OUCHIE-Wah-Wah!) I did Workout One from yesterday’s Half Marathon Training post. Ouch! Between that and the 5k race last night, my body, she hurts! Honestly, it’s “my neck, my back” (what a terrible song!) that hurt the most–I think from the Russian Get Ups and KB Swings. My legs, which were the actual focus of the strength training, feel great. I guess they are more used to the abuse they get on a daily basis. When I get home tonight, I’ll do some cycling and some swimming, since it’s a crosstraining day. Tomorrow is strength again, so I hope I’m able to move better in the morning.
Last night I ran a Glow Run 5k. It was a lot of fun, and I can’t wait for another one. While in line waiting to get my pre-race port-o-potty on to avoid an embarrassing post-race pee stain, I saw a fro wig out of the corner of my eye. I turned around to tell the youngin’ “wow, you went all out,” but when I turned, it was a 50 something with a concrete helmet head of hair. She was thin and fit and beautiful. I don’t know what was up with the unmoving black encasement that framed her pretty face. Socially awkward moment 5,875,345 narrowly avoided. But, I digress.
When we lined up for the race, they organized us by runners and walkers. I feel such a sense of pride to line up with runners these days! I was sure as I stood there that someone would call me out as a phony….”I’m sorry, ma’am, but shouldn’t YOU be with the walkers? [chuckle, chuckle] I mean, let’s be real about this.”…but no one did. Embarrassing confrontation averted. Heh. Heh. Heh. Alllllllllll-righht.
When they blew the whistle, some runners took off like bats outta hell. I mean seriously. Like bats. It was super dark, and I couldn’t see the washboard gravel that passed for a race route beneath my feet. They must have had bat sonar or spidy-senses something. My (many times injured) ankle was audibly pleading with me to not roll it in one of the many dips and divets. I consented oh-so-willingly.
So many people passed me. I started to think, “Oh….M….Geee! I WASN’T ready for this after all!”, but I kept my pace, steadied my breathing, and chugged along. Soon, I was following a very fit looking blonde. Well, it was dark, so I THINK she was blonde. I liked her pace, and I trailed her for about a quarter mile. She asked if this was my first 5k. I was pleased to report that no, it was not my first 5k, but it WOULD be the first one I would run in its entirety. I apologized for seeming like a creeper (because I was following her), but she said she felt like one too (so, I guess she thought I meant I felt like I was creeping along, instead of being a weirdo stalker). Super-trendy-teen-lingo-picked-up-from-my-high-school-students-fail. Face palm.
I eventually passed her and felt a little guilty. I’m not sure why. I think I’m one of those “sorry” girls from the Pantene commercials. Then I passed more people. Women. Men. Children. All the people that blew past me outta the gate were losing steam! Slow and steady wins the race. So very true! My favorite part of the night was when I passed to tween boys. As I passed, one exclaimed to the other, “Dude, we just let a GIRL pass us!” D*mn straight, ya did! Girls rock! I run like a girl and I’m darn proud of it! I was so proud of myself for passing youngins…and old-uns…and seemingly more fit than me-uns. Wow! I’ve come a long way, baby!
I ended up getting very tired about halfway through. It was hot. It was also my first night race. I think those factors played into it. That, and I had done some strength training that turned my legs to jelly. No, they aren’t sore today, but they were made of rubber yesterday. I made it halfway, grabbed a water on the run, and turned around to go back the way I came. For a quarter mile spurt, I was passing people still heading toward the halfway point. I “good-job-ed” and “keep it up-ed” them as they passed. It felt good to know that I…me…formerly 300lb me…was ahead of so many people.
After the oncoming (pedestrian) traffic portion of the race, we split ways to make a loop. The course was kind of a lollipop. We began at the top of the lollipop, traveled around the sticky edge of it, down the stick, back up the stick and around the other side of the lollipop back up to the top. Toward the end of the course, I was keeping pace with a teenage boy. Bless his heart, he wanted to talk to me, but I just wanted to lie down and die. The last little bit had a huge hill (yay for my hilly neighborhood training!), and I was exhausted. He was sweet though, and I mustered a little staccato-ed conversation.
Finally, at the top of that hill, I saw the top of that damned lollipop. The finish line never looked so sweet! I ran down a small hill and followed the lit paper bags all the way across the finish line in 35:29. I know that’s not super fast, but it’s the fastest I’ve ever done a 5k, AND I ran the whole d*mn thing too, so how do ya like me now!?
All in all, it was super fun, super rewarding, and the super moon just made the run that much more amazing. Beautiful night. Beautiful people. It’s a beautiful life I have.
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday. Spend some time with people you love! Make the day count for something!