I was stoked to start running a while back and did really well for a while. Then I fell off the wagon due to some stress, chaos and general craziness.
I participated in the 2 mile run (there was also an 8k/ 5 mile run). I know. It's not hardcore. I am not hardcore. The good news is that the majority of those running a 2 mile race aren't necessarily hardcore either.
There was an interesting mix of individuals running the race- young, old, really young, really old, pregnant women, folks pushing strollers, really fit and toned people, some not so fit and toned. Some of the more "fit and toned" category looked like they could have competed in the 8k, but were settling for this one so that they could do it with their kids. I overheard one dad leaning down and telling his son, "If we get separated, go towards the finish line." That's helpful. I made mental note to be ready to call Child Services if need be.
The race started with the singing of the Star Spangled Banner. It's funny, I've had that song creep into my subconcious recently. If I'm thinking about a particulary challenging situation, I somehow find myself humming that tune. It's very bizarre. The first time it happened, I just thought it was a weird happenstance. By the fourth time it happened, I thought it must be a sign. Today, I took it as my cue to think about the Big Picture.
(I do understand that the national anthem is sung prior to every type of sporting event and that this wasn't some weird coincidence. I might also remind you that I'm not a regular attender or participator of sporting events of any kind, so I don't often get a lot of exposure to that song. I digress).
Ready. Set. Go! Off I went.
- I love that we just sang The Star Spangled Banner. I'm so thankful that people are willing to sacrifice for our freedom.
- I think it's great that this race is on Memorial Day.
- This is so cool! Look at all these people running!
- What a beautiful park and neighborhood.
- This isn't so bad.
- Where are my blue-haired friends?
- Hmm. The one-mile marker has to be close.
- I think I have a stomach cramp.
- It's probably frowned upon to cut through people's yards.
- Is this a runner's high? No, I don't think so. If it is, it sucks.
- Thank God the last half mile is down hill.
- Are those blue-hairs already done?
- Holy crap, I have to go uphill to finish? That's cruel.
- Thank you sweet 8 lb baby Jesus, I see the finish line.
- Good thing I'm ahead of the pregnant lady.
- That little kid ahead of me is going to ruin my finish line photo. I can't come sprinting in alongside a 9 year old. How embarassing. Have. To. Go. Faster.
- Shew. I did it. I think I'm going to throw up.
- Wahoo! I did it!
After walking off the pain a little bit, I ran into someone I knew from my Professionally Speaking group. A little while later I saw my friend Kate. I heart her; she's one of my favorite friends even though we don't get to see each other as often as we'd like.
I learned a few things in my adventure today:
- As is sock choice.
- I should probably prepare a little bit more.