5k With Family = The BEST!

6 May

This weekend was an emotional one for me.  All the emotions were not necessary because a normal person would not have stressed thyself out like I do on a regular basis.  Friday night at 7pm, I ran in a 5k.  I signed up late in hopes of it happening and my missing it.

“Oops, I forgot all about that race that happens every year that Dad is the race marshal of”.  

It wouldn’t have flown.  My sister would have called me out on it and I knew it so I signed up, late, but I signed up.

What’s the big stinkin’ deal, right?  Well, my dad was always involved in this race for as long as I could remember.  He and my mom would volunteer and they’d be so cute.  They’d be handing out race packets and race shirts to the common folk.  Joking, of course.  My parents are very down-to-earth good people.

In honor of my dad, my sister got a lot of my family to sign up to walk it.  My mom, aunts, uncles, cousins, my sister and my brother-in-law were all there.

The fellow on the left wearing jeans is my uncle Dave. Before we ran, he jokingly said that he couldn’t decide if he was going to run or walk the 5k. I asked him he knew what chaffing was….. Yoouch!

EMOTION = SCERRED…Friday came and the weather was nice.  Should have been a lovely, right?  Not for me.  Everyone walked it together.  Everyone but me.  I would have had an anxiety attack watching the other people in our town running if I would have walked it.  I knew I had to run it.  I felt like I was up against a bunch of Kenyans and our lives depended on it.  I can run miles and miles with an average of 8 to 8:45 mile/minute.  I did my 1/2 marathon last September with an average mile/minute of 7:48.  Now if I could run 13 miles with an average mm of 7:48, you would think I could run 3 miles fast, right?  Wrong.  I cannot run fast.

Once the gun went off, I was off…. spitting….snorting….stomping my feet with horrible form.

I ended up getting 3rd in my age group with a time of 22:39 (mm 7:18).  I could have done better, I think,  if I would have started out more in front of the pack.  I ended up getting behind slower people so I had to maneuver around them.  I was so worried I’d get in peoples’ way so I figured I needed to start out in the middle of the pack.

It’s just a silly 5k and my time shouldn’t have been what mattered.  This run was for my dad.  I am happy to say that I was able to keep my emotions in check enough so that I didn’t cry.  I miss my dad.  We all do.  He was watching and he was smiling.

EMOTION = LA-LA-LOVE…I loved being with my family for this event. Once the race was done, any additional time with them was just bonus (doing shots of whipped cream vodka is totally acceptable).  Love you all…

I didn’t do any running Saturday.  I think that I pulled my right quad a little from running with crappy form.

EMOTION = DIZZILY SELF ASSURED…Last night Mick and I met up for drinks with friends.  It was Cinco De Mayo so we had to drink.  I danced so hard (no pain as I was a little tipsy).  I looked hot!

Totally me

Today, I wanted to run but I procrastinated as I always do.  To get me in the mood to run, I went shopping with my daughter (copper ring, octopus earrings (I’m really into octopi right now) and Billabong jean shorts) .  We also enjoyed some Noodles and Company (Pad Thai = yummy).

Finally, my daughter, Who Girl, suggested a run into town as long as we stopped for an ice cream cone.  A serious runner would say “no” so I said “okay”.

We ran 1/2 way, enjoyed strawberry soft serve ice cream cone and then walked/ran home.   It was a lot of fun.  I’m thinking we could have run all the way home if we would have skipped the ice cream but that wouldn’t have been fun, right?  Altogether, we logged 7.62 miles with an average mile/minute of 9:35.

So that’s that.  Weekend gone.  Back to work tomorrow.

EMOTION = TIRED….Need sleep……

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