Monday, March 21, 2011
Oh, what a race! I'm still feeling the pain let me tell ya...
The Savin Rock marks my 3rd half marathon & after finishing this race, I'm not quite sure if a marathon is in my future just yet. I have officially been scared straight!
Well, let's start at the beginning of the story, shall we...I spent the night at the home of the Evil Coach Villainess AKA Mom the night before. Being that she's my new racing buddy she decided that she would also sign up for the 5K that was being held as well. She has become quite the runner I have to say.
Anyhow, we were up at the crack of dawn Saturday morning to travel the race site. I kept telling the Evil One that I thought that this would be a really small race since this was the first year that this race was open to the public. The Evil Coach was nervous about that because she most certainly did not want to come in last for the 5K although I don't think that she would have anyway but as she is now a fierce competitor she could not tolerate the prospect of being last! I wasn't really all that nervous like I usually am during the car ride. I just kinda hung out talking to my mom about random crap. In retrospect I think that I was feeling a bit cocky which isn't a good sign, I just thought, 13.1 no biggie, been there done that!
We arrived at the race in record time & the scenary was absolutely beautiful! The race began right on the water & since it was a clear day you couldn't ask for a better view. We then went to go get our packet stuff. There was already line at the registration table, so much for a small race huh? Anyhow, when I walked up to the woman handing out packets I immediately recognized Sparkfriend Jen IRNGIRL & her guns! She has been doing some serious training for a fitness competition & of course I see her progress pics in all, but in person...sheesh! I wouldn't want to challenge her to an arm wrestling competition...just saying! Anyway, she was super sweet & full of energy when I met her. I immediately asked her for the dirt, so I asked "how bad are the hills." I asked because on the flyer it did state that there were hills from miles 5-10 but that they were "rolling." Now I know all about race flyer-sales tactics. They NEVER say, brutal, steep, monsterous hills because hello who would do the race then? They ALWAYS say rolling hills which is such a relative term & I know is typically downplaying some mountains. Well Jen's response was "yes, there are some hills but they are manageable." Hmmmmm...kind of an odd term "manageable" eh? Anyhow, I wanted to continue to dig but the registration line was out the door & down the hall & Jen was very busy!
The Evil Coach & I walked around for awhile watching the conference center which is where the registration was taking place, fill to the brim with people. This was a huge turnout compared to what I imagined! The weather was okay, I was chilly with just my tank & short but knew that that would change when I started running. We did need of course to use the bathroom facilities & again the lines were crazy! Although the Evil One located another bathroom down the hall which no one seemed to know about except her & with my mom being in fact evil, she decided to keep it as her little secret.
Based on the amount of people still registering & the endless bathroom lines, we knew right away that there was no way in h3ll that this race was starting on time. That was fine by us as we started to get in our little warm ups. We met a really nice guy outside who had on a fuel belt that had more bottles filled with gatorade than I ever knew could go on a fuel belt. He was super friendly & told me & my mom that this was his first half marathon. Of course I immediately wanted to brag that I was by now an expert at such things as this was my THIRD. I did tell him that he would have a great time & would feel really good after completing this race. I could feel his anxiety & I remembered my first time...there really is nothing like the first time!
So, the Evil One & I were trying to figure out where the start of the race was. So I sought out a race director/volunteer person to ask that question. BUT, I had to wait because the race director/volunteer person was too busy getting his @ss handed to him! It was actually kinda funny now that I think of it. This lady was telling him to just go ahead & start the race, she had already been waiting for too long. & the guy with all the patience in the world said that he couldn't because they were waiting for the registration & the bathroom lines to die down. Well this woman just lost her mind on this poor guy she said "well this is ridiculous, by the time we start I'm going to have to pee again, my bladder cannot just hold out all this time!" She was seriously getting into it about her bladder functions with this guy! Anyhow, since he was tied up I asked someone else, a nice woman sitting next to the speaker & she explained the whole scenario to me.
Well after what was forever! & I mean it felt like it, we all got lined up, which was more like smushed up because everyone was supposed to line up according to how they thought how fast they would run. & then we were off! I hit that pavement hard & floated (or at least I felt like it away!)
I made great time in the beginning, 7 & 8 minute miles! The scenary was so nice as we past the beach & the residential neighborhoods. I really have no other words to describe miles 1-4 besides...cruising, I was a-cruising & I felt wonderful!
Then it happened...my fairytale run came to a crashing end. All of a sudden immediately after mile 4 I felt a gust of wind to my left, a gust so strong that I thought I may keel over. There before me stood a monster hill, I looked at it, felt a tear to my eye (ok - now I'm being overly dramatic, it was most likely because of the wind hitting my eye, making it tear) but it could have been me crying. I said "oh, c'mon!" I got to work tackling that hill. I didn't feel strong climbing that first hill, in fact I felt weak but I got up that sucker & felt good. From there on in, I had my @ss kicked over & over again on hills that if I could describe in words right now would only serve to piss me off even further! The one that I despised & had legitimate nightmares after the race was on mile 7, a gradual incline that ended in a more steep incline, I was actually personally insulted by this hill, I mean c'mon! This is a half marathon, throw me a bone here! I yelled out "Sandy" 4+ times during these hill attacks - I know, weird, I always yell out for Sandy, my co-worker on a big hill as she has helped me with some serious hills pep talks in the past. I realized pretty quickly during miles 5-10 that eating gummy bears just does provide the nutritional value enough to climb massive hills. I felt weak & knew immediately that I probably should have eaten waaaaaay more food the day before never mind worrying about my stupid vanity & the stupid scale! Eating lots of food at this point really was a matter of survival! On top of that my good friend TOM decided to make an appearance during the race which made from some nasty cramps that I haven't experienced since I was probably about 14 years old. All in all by mile 10 I had firmly decided that this run sucked!!
I felt horribly right after mile 10 even though I knew that the hills were gone. Hills were not my friends & I was beat up! I trotted along at a much slower pace until mile 11 although I felt faint. I ran out of all my water on my fuel belt & all I had were my trusty gummy bears. I felt like the walking dead as the sun beat down on me. It was horrific & I am NOT exaggerating. Well the negative talk started kicking into high gear. I just couldn't do it anymore NO more importantly I didn't WANT to do it anymore, this wasn't FUN anymore. Then I thought in my delusion that I only had a mile left to go. There were no mile markers so I had no clue & apparently cannot read a Garmin when I am in pain & thirsty. So I looked down at the Garmin & realized that I had TWO more miles to go. & right then & there I did the unthinkable, something I have NEVER done in a race before. I stopped. I walked. Yup. & I'm still pissed about it! At this point there was no need to walk there weren't even any more hills. & you know what I paid for it because as soon as I started to walk my legs were killing me! So now of course I'm getting teary eyed, thinking, it's a long way to walk 2 miles, what am I going to do? Then I looked at my Garmin time, it said 1:37 minutes had passed. It took me awhile because I was still out of it but then I had my lightbulb moment...wait a minute! If I got my butt in gear & ran this very instant, there was a good chance that I would still PR this dreaded race!
So, with only a sliver of energy left in me I dug deep & got to the trotting. At first it was a slow start but then I was okay, especially since I took that walk break. There wasn't another water stop so I had to just push threw the pain. Lots of people were passing me at this point but I could have cared less I just didn't want to run anymore. Before I knew it I was back on the beach & ready to go in for the finish. Since I knew that I was disappointed in myself I just kept a comfortable pace heading into the finish. I passed through the finish line & I have absolutely no idea what time I did that because the finish clock was being rewinded??? as I was running in so it said 15 hours & 15 minutes? Crazy right? Anyhow, Jen gave me my medal & then they tried to take my timing chip from my bib. Well, sure enough, this day was just NOT my day, the timing chip fell off my bib. As soon as I noticed I said "oh c'mon!!" I was mad! Basically this meant that on the overall results my time wouldn't even be counted. Not that I was in the running for a medal or anything but it made me feel like I wasn't even here. I did glance down though at my Garmin which said 1:56:00 which I didn't actually turn off until after I received my medal so I actually overstated my finish. If I hadn't had the Garmin though, someone would have paid, let me tell ya!
After the race I saw the Evil Coach & immediately confessed what I did. She didn't think that it was a big deal but knew that I was better than this. I mean c'mon with her coaching there was really no room for error now was there! My legs were killing me, my cramps were eating up my insides & I was sooooooo out of it after this race. Like honestly I thought that I was going to faint & I have never felt that bad before. I hobbled with my mom to get some food. The food was sponsored by Olive Garden which was EXCELLENT & exactly what I needed. As soon as I got a breadstick into my body I came back to life. I have never felt pain like that before. I cannot figure out if I was dehydrated or just worn out from lack of calories. I'm not quite sure but I know that I don't like it!
The Evil Coach was happy with her 5K performance which I am sad that I missed. She did say though that walkers are frustrating & that they should NOT be allowed to run in 5K's! She said that it is deflating to see people just taking a leisurely stroll during a 5K & not racing like her. I did of course gently remind her that she was one of "those" people before & that she just now started actually trying to run. She would hear none of that, she apparently does not recall her "nonrunner" years. She is obviously a professional.
Anyhow, after the race I went to go say good-bye to Jen who was still cheering on all the finishers. I did let her know that she is mighty tricky that Jen with her "manageable" comment hmmmmm! I did introduce her to the Evil Coach as well who proudly introduced herself as such.
All & all, yes I am happy to have a new PR but I am not happy with my performance at this race. I should not have given up. Running is such a mental game & although I am mental my mind was just not where it needed to be on this day. I should have been better prepared for this distance. Ah well, there is always going to be that one time I guess. However, with that being said I can't go out like this! I am about to embark on some serious triathlon training which will take me away from my beloved distance running for months! I cannot have this be my last half marathon experience until the end of the year! I mean, even thinking about it right now & it is still scaring me...that terrible feeling, I don't want to end up with a crazy complex about this half marathon thing. Sooooooo, much like what I did when I ran into technical difficulties with triathlons, I'm doing something freaking crazy...
Yup, you've probably guessed it. I signed my sorry butt up for another half marathon just so I can get this crappy feeling out of my system. I am not looking to PR (although of course that we be nice & perhaps doable) but I WILL RUN the WHOLE way!
You see what I'm talking about with the race clock...15 hours! AS IF!!
My & my mommy!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
This is definitely a new one for me & I am really proud, so I figured I would share...
I, me, the reformed snooze button presser got my sorry behind out of bed @ 5AM today to exercise. I know what you are thinking, I put in a nice little run, nope - no can do, I have a half marathon on Saturday so running is out of the question (which is slowly driving me insane...). Actually this morning I ventured into a new territory I went...
Can you believe it?! Now if you don't know me you would probably say...ah, what's the big deal. BUT if you do know me you know that it takes every fiber in my being to force myself to get into a body of water even though apparently I *thought* it would be an excellent idea to become a triathlete....mmmmyeah. I don't find swimming relaxing, I don't find swimming fun, I just don't like it at all (& perhaps I don't like green eggs & ham either)! Anyhow, I prefer only to submerge my body in water when necessary such as a nice shower to wake me up in the morning or after a sweaty workout.
Well, since I've decided to do double duty & train for a half marathon simultaneously with a triathlon, this week I HAVE to get in at least 2 swim workouts. & there just isn't enough time, of course that's the story of my life! With tapering tomorrow has to be an off day of running as well as today. Then Friday night I go up to my mom's house to spend the weekend for the race which means no access to a pool. So then the idea struck me, since I could not run this morning why not use the time available to get my swim on? Ingenious idea really except for the whole, yeah, you have to get up, drive in your car, put your swimsuit/cap on & get in water first thing in the morning...DOH!
Well the alarm went off at quarter to 5 this morning. I can't say I was feeling this little adventure at all! But since I'm guessing I was still in a fog I just got going. I have to tell ya, it is true what they say about getting there is half the battle because once I get my swim bag & started my car, all excuses are thrown out of the window, I just go into autopilot I just go. 5AM is WAAAAY early in the morning in case you didn't know & it's pitch black! Of course I was acting like this was something unforeseen as I did NOT want to go!
I parked at the local pool & waited in my car...in the dark. Before long I saw a few ladies scampering up to the door. I assumed that they worked there so I got out of my car ready to get this little swim thing over with. Well turns out, they are hard core swim fanatics that wait by the door every morning to get their swim on. When I approached the door the ladies turned to me & gave me the most pleasant "hello & good morning" you could imagine. I was thinking that perhaps they didn't know that it was 5AM. They were also dressed in normal clothes as if they had been up all night while I was embarassingly dressed in pajama pants & a race T (I am very glamorous ya know!). So I of course I greeted them back & before I knew it more ladies & more men started approaching the door. & they all knew each others name, it was all "hello Merdyl (SP?) good to see you did you see that movie the other day?" "Hi Sam good to see you how is your foot doing?" They were the happiest bunch of morning risers I have EVER met before. There was of course another observation that I made about this particular crowd. I want to be PC when I say this but they were a more "mature" group, definitely in the 65+ area. But the energy that they had all waiting out there was impressive to say the least!
So now after waiting about 15 minutes outside the door I'm starting to get concerned. I mean they are all here with their bags so I know that they didn't just come to hang out outside the door making small talk (although you could have fooled me the way that they carried on). Anyhow, a very nice lady must have seen that I was perplexed because she looked at me & said "we're not just hanging out we're waiting on the lifeguard, they won't let us go in until she gets here & SHE never gets here until 5:27AM." Now I knew adult swim didn't start until 5:30AM but the way that she said it you could tell that this lady had expectations of this lifeguard being their when she got there - 20 minutes early! But secretly I think that they all really like to wait around outside to chit chat, just saying...
Anyway, sure enough 5:27AM the lifeguard appears hooray! & we all file in. I knew I didn't have a lot of time to spare so I went through the motions quickly & jumped into that pool as soon as possible. & you know what?! It wasn't bad, it was like a breath of fresh air! It was like taking a shower in the morning, an eye opener after a groggy morning. I was immediately refreshed & got to it swimming my laps! & I found that just like running getting a swim on first thing in the morning helps you solve a lot of problems. I figured out my whole day's agenda while doing laps. I felt great! Oh & the ladies, yeah apparently being 65+ does not slow them down at all! They were running or in this case swimming circles around me. I am not sure how they got so fast! But then I got to thinking that they probably of YEARS (if you know what I mean) of experience so why not? Anyhow, I was getting smoked by them but they were so nice as they were smoking me! Everyone that came in wanted to talk to me! It was such a pleasant experience.
I put in my hour & got the heck out of the water - just because I liked it didn't mean that I wanted to spend another minute in there! I went back into the locker room to put my pajamas back on & the ladies were now communing in the locker room chit chatting again. They were primping too, curling their hair, putting rollers in (for real!) putting on their real clothes for the day, just spreading girl power!
They all waved their goodbyes to me & told me to enjoy the rest of my day!
So, I guess the reason why I am sharing this little story is that sometimes when you *think* that you really can't motivate to do something or you think that you won't like something, you may just surprise yourself!
Oh, I'll be back for morning swim, because these are my kinda people!
Monday, March 07, 2011
I try to make a concerted effort not to share too much on Spark. I know weird. Not that I don't share my opinions or try to get to know my Sparkfriends but I do try not to share too much when it comes to my personal life. Oh sure, when it's all puppy dogs & rainbows I have no problem spilling the beans on all that stuff. But when it's something really negative or personal I hold back. I think that it may have something to do with my job but I am hyper sensitive about the subject. It's not that I don't sometimes think that it's a great thing to put it all out there or anything, it's just...well, the Internet is a scary, crazy place people & I've heard way too many horror stories of people using the power of the Internet for evil. Anyhow, I've had something that has happened most recently that I feel is important to share & I hope by getting it all out there I can refocus, recharge, re-do March...
So, last weekend, the last weekend in February was supposed to be a wonderful weekend. DH & I were going away to celebrate Valentine's Day in NYC. He rented a fancy hotel in Times Square & it seemed things would go according to plan. At 6AM on the 26th, DH received a phone call from my mom. She said that we would need to come home right away. She explained that my sister's boyfriend had died. I couldn't believe it. So of course we hopped on the train & drove back to RI. When we returned we learned that her boyfriend who also happened to be my estranged best friend little brother died in a car crash that morning. He was 28 years old. Of course with the shock of everything this didn't even hit me that this was real. I was upset when I saw how devastated my sister was, I felt sorry for her loss because I knew that he was love the of her life. They had a life together, she lived with him with her son too. I reached out to my ex-best friend who I haven't heard from since we had a falling out back in 2009. Later that day I heard from her & it was surreal. I was grateful that she felt comfortable reaching out to me but I didn't want us to come together under these circumstances.
The wake & funeral were Wednesday & Thursday of last week. To say that these were not the most awful days that I have experienced in very long time would be an understatement. It was hard because he was so young & such a good person. Just a funny, good hearted individual. This should not happen to people like him. Dealing with the grief of my sister has been very hard, she's a different person than I am & I'm not quite sure how she will move on from this. It will be a long road & I'm not sure what I can do to assist her. My ex-best friend situation has been hard too, if anything this experience should teach us that life is short & that arguing of petty stuff is just plain stupid. However, she was the one that decided to stop talking to me & based on what she is going through I don't want to overstep my boundaries. I don't want for us to have hatred & I would not mind for her to be in my life because I hate disharmony of any kind. But I know her & she can hold grudges for some time. Not to mention, I have changed a lot & so is she & I don't want to go back to the way it was before either. Not sure how to be supportive in this situation or should I wait & let it go?
As you could imagine with this going on, this tragedy has put a lot of things in perspective for me. Cannot say that it has all been positive because I had a lot of anger & frustration last week too. But in the end I have come to realize that life is short & we have to live each & every day to the fullest. We have to embrace our loved ones & make sure that they know how much they mean to us.
I am one for goals & considering this unexpected tragedy, things did not necessarily get done to a satisfactory level for February. In fact by the end of last week I had fully decided that March simply just did not begin, February extended itself by one week so I could process through this situation. & process I did, I ran my long run of 12 miles, in the most cold, freezing, windy weather possible & because I was so full of anger & despair it hurt but I kept going. I have indulged in sweets like you would not believe & I don't even make apologies for it at this point. BUT, I know that I have to fight back. So with that being said, here's the GOAL POST...
Started the month off just right in February, got to the lowest weight that I have been in about 10 years. BUT, procrastination needs to stop & I need to start the month off on the right foot each time so that I will have less scrambling at the end...
#1. Get my stinkin' glasses!
#2. Stick with vegetarian meals 1 x Monday through Friday.
#3. Make 3 Sparkrecipes this month - (vegan echilladas, vegetarian taco soup, tofu stir fry)
#4. Go to a museum - only accomplished this the first week in March as DH & I were supposed to visit a museum on our getaway weekend. Ended up taking the kiddies to the Southern CT Kid's Museum.
#5. Take updated progress pics by the end of the month - just did this yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised & could see the difference in my stomach area.
#6. Teach DS#2 to tie his shoes - roled with the double loop method, he's got it though!
#7. Start & continue half marathon training - BUT challenging to incorporate tri training
#8. Track food everyday - 3/4 did not track last Sunday or this Sunday & I know it's because I ate really bad will do better for the rest of the month.
#9. Wake up early 4 days of week to get my workout on -
I am supposed to start triathlon training this month. It's a hard thing to transition into because I love running but biking & swimming eh, not so much! Anyhow, I need to get focused on my eating again, I did really well but since last week I have been slipping. Here are the goals...
1. Cut back to running 4 days per week after 3/13/11 - this is reasonable as my next half is 3/19 & my last long runs are this week anyway, it'll be a good time to switch.
2. Effective immediately - bike & swim 2 day per week...urgh!
3. On the weekends, measure portions - really good with this during the week but weekends I get a bit out of control
4. Get a book about swimming - I have been reading a lot about running most recently but I know swimming is where I need the most work.
5. Buy a new bathing suit - this is a fun one!
6. Book vacation - another fun one!
7. Do an outside/fun physical activity with the kids - I'm good about taking them places like museums, movies etc but I would like to spend sometime outdoors.
8. Track food every single day yup even on Sundays
Well that's it for now, I'm now refocused on making March count!
Monday, February 21, 2011
WOW, you know those races went you plan on doing everything well but you just know in your heart of hearts that there is no possible way that you will PR the race, this started out as one of them! I cannot even believe that this turned out to be my personal best! I wrote on my Sparkpage that one of my goals for 2011 was the PR a race by the end of the YEAR, no way did I think that it would happen on a cold, blustery February day!
The only reason why I was doing this race is because #1. I promised myself that I would do one race per month & there isn't a lot out there right now. Hmmmm, perhaps weekly accumulations of snow, snow & more snow have something to do with that. #2. The Evil Coach Villainess AKA Mom insisted that she was going to get revenge on the Fudgecicle 5K. She did this race unexpectedly 3 weeks ago with me but she knew that she was destined for victory - or in her case knew that she WOULD NOT at the very least come in last place again! She had her sights on beating an 86 year old man that apparently smoked her last race. This time, she was ready!
As an added bonus DH decided to surprise me & come to the race with me...hooray! Okay, so I thought this was a bit peculiar that he would actually run a race. Immediately I was suspicous... perhaps he hacked into my Spark account & saw all my blogs in which I whine & moan about him not ever being supportive of my athetic goals or the maybe the blogs where I completely trash talk about him & basically acknowledge that the most exercise the man gets is in his right thumb while pressing the TV remote to turn on yet another episode of NCIS. Anyhow, not quite sure what got into him but I was happy to have his company.
So with our motley crew ready to go off we headed to Tewksbury, MA for the big race! On the way I read some motivational running articles to get everyone in the mind set for the race. The Evil One let me know that she is already mentally tough & has no need for visualizations, in her mind she can take out any competition any day of the week. Ok, so my mom can be a bit overconfident - ok, arrogant at times! I mean, I know that I struggle each & every race, no matter if it is a 5K or half marathon with fighting the negative voices in my mind. Sometimes your body is only tired because your mind is feeling exhausted. Apparently she has no idea what I am talking about & claims that this never happens to her, in fact if only she practiced more running, she is convinced that she could be at the professional level in no time...ah, sometimes it is useless fighting with her ya know...
We arrived at the race a half hour before the start. As soon as we all got out of the car we all hit with the frigid cold! Now, the weather forecast claimed that it was 36 degrees, that would make it practically a heat wave in my book. However, it was a crazy, unusually windy day. The kind of day when the winds blows right through you & moves your whole body. It was crazy! I would have preferred temps in the teens vs. the wind. Immediately my crew & I were scared! Especially since DH & The Evil One decided not to bring enough clothing for the race...rookies! Me, I brought a ton of combinations as I have been there & done the freezing thing before. With a half hour to spare we decided that this was an emergency of epic proportion, I could tell on the Evil One's face that there was no way she could race without more clothing! There was only one place that we could go to solve this dilemna...
WALMART, yup, DH found the nearest location which was about 5 minutes down the street. Of course I was anxious that we would miss the start but as soon as we parked that car DH & the Evil One took off running down aisles finding ear covers, shirts, headphones, scarves, etc. If they were on a supermarket game show that would have been winners! We made it back to the race with 5 minutes to spare before the start!
As soon as we arrived back at the race we had to line up, register & get in line. No time for chit chat this time. I saw my crew for about 2.2 before I pounded the pavement & hard! I was cruising for the first 2 miles. It was windy but after warming up a bit that was fine too. All I saw in front of me were dudes, no ladies anywhere to be found. I knew that that was a good sign, no offense but typically the men are usually in the lead for most races. Even though I had just run this race 3 weeks before it still felt like a new experience for me & I didn't necessarily know where to turn or how much longer I had left. I did learn after my last race not to spend so much time looking at my Garmin, just go! I felt great until probably the last half a mile & that's when I started to struggle & felt worn out. I didn't pass too many people but I was passed a couple of times, a woman around my age passed me at the last mile & then she waved to me & said "good job." It was the sweetest pass I have ever had! Most people say "to your left" or just whizz by you. I cannot get over how friendly everyone is at this race series! As soon as I rounded the last corner I knew that I was home free & at the finish, I sprinted in & saw the clock at 24something & thought, OMG! I passed the clock at 25:19 & raised my hands high over my head...YESSSSS! Finally, I've been chasing this PR (by 3 seconds mind you) since last July! I was thrilled! This also reinforced my theory that this is due to my recent weight loss, I'm down 7lbs since the new year due to a modified vegetarian diet & I've never felt better! I feel so lean & it makes running soooooo much easier.
There wasn't much time to celebrate though I needed to wait for DH & The Evil Coach. It was cold! I waited on the sidewalk at the finish. Across the street on the other side walk was the 13 year old girl that I saw the last Fudgecicle series race as well FYI - I will have you know that I smoked that little girl on both races, I know it's mean to pick on children but she's a tiny young thing so I'mproud that this old lady beat her. Anyhow, I walked over to her & asked her "are you waiting for your mom?" She said yes & I told her that I was waiting for my mom too, isn't that always the way, sheesh! So we patiently waited for their return.
At 34 minutes I saw DH running down to the finish, he looked like he was struggling BUT he was still running! I yelled for him that he was almost there...he came in at 34:53, not too shabby for someone that has not attempted to run even a quarter of a mile since the November Turkey Trot. I gave him a big sweaty kiss (his sweat not mine) & congratulated him on his performance. Apparently I have created a bit of a monster with him too because he was not happy that he did not PR this race from his first 5K. I think he'll definitely be racing again...
Now it was time to wait for the Evil One's return. I was anxious to see if she would PR this race. Now being her 3rd 5K she was adamant that she MUST beat her best time. PLUS, the Fudgecicle 5K series has a prize, a metal for the most improved athlete over the series. My mom will stop at nothing to win this prize! So she needed a better overall time to make that happen. Anyhow, I saw her trotting along at 39 minutes, her face was a red as a tomato. I yelled to her, "run mom, you are going to beat your time!" That must have done it because she took off running with intensity! As soon as she crossed the finish she stopped & dropped...right on her bum, right on the sidewalk! She was exhausted but sooooo happy! Her final time...40:43!!
After the race we took some pics next to our favorite snow bank & the Evil One met up with her BFF Tatum! This time she beat Tatum but that did not come in between their friendship. They decided to exchange numbers & friend each other on Facebook (my mom's new fav obssession). Get this, next week they have the final race for the Fudgecicle 5K series which is a couples race. Well, apparently my mom & Tatum have decided that they must race together as a couple, how cool is that?! Anyhow, I told her that she will need to come up with matching shirts to recognize this event so if anyone has any couple theme ideas send them this way. I won't be in town as I am going away to NY but something tells me that that is going to be a blast!
This is me & DH after the race, please excuse my Rudolph nose & yes I am aware that I look ridiculously shorter than him...hello, not my fault that he is the Jolly Green giant!
OH, one more thing, The Evil Coach Villainess wants you all to know that she exceeded her goal, the 86 year old man was not running this day BUT she beat a 60 year old man...so HA! How bout those apples!! She is convinced that she is well on her way to Pro status now!
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