Move that body: 2.75-mile run
I’ve spent far more time than I’d care to admit working on my recap of Saturday’s race only to come up with this:
My Fort-4-Fitness race ended the same way it began – with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I didn’t intend for such a thing to happen but I guess that’s what happens when you give it your all.
And my all I did give it.
Pulitzer Prize-winning stuff, eh?
I am a bit frustrated that I cannot come up with a thoughtful post and not some rambling, too long recap that you won’t want to read. I blame Mommy Brain. (Yes, it’s a real condition. Look it up.) So instead, I’ll give you the highlights … and the lowlights.
*The pre-race buzz. It was so nice to be a part of the running community again and feed off their excitement.
*For the most part, the miles felt “short” – I reached mile markers far before than I thought I should.
*This race was the first time I chatted with my fellow runners along the course. It was nice to make new friends and support new racers.
*Discovering that no, no I had not lost my finishing kick.
*Seeing an average pace that I haven’t seen in a LONG time.
*Getting to see my boys waiting for me after I finished and learning that one of them was a good guy and slept nearly the whole time.
*Finishing in time to spectate the half-marathoners, who ran just down the street from our house. Mark, Miles, Denali and I were able to cheer on a few of our friends, a guy at the expo and a bunch of brave folks tackling the distance.
*I had been assigned to corral P because I had signed up with the stroller. It was the last corral. Even though I’m not as fast as I once was, I knew I needed to move up. I selected “I” under the premise that I should be in the middle of the pack. Well, I ended up in the middle of a pack of people dressed in denim and windbreakers with no desire to run. I’m glad they were participating but I just wish they hadn’t been in my way.
*I’m still not good at running hills and the neighborhood sections of the course featured some rolling inclines that killed my pace.
*Learning that my finishing kick (a respectable 7:37 pace and a pace that I once ran a mile at) caused me to hurl shortly after crossing the finish line.
*Discovering that the gentleman, a very nice guy from the running store, who won the 4-mile race in 22-something went on to run the half-marathon in 1:17. And I bet he didn’t have puke on his hands.
What are your day’s highlights and lowlights?