So last weekend my parents were in town, and it was great. They were able to use the guest suite downstairs (the "Splurge vs. Steal" room) now that it is mostly complete.
So about RFTC. Long story short, I haven't really been running. I mean maybe a few miles here and there, but definitely less than 10 a week. But, whatever.
On Friday night, we all went out for pizza and beer. The good thing about this race was that I didn't really care how it went. I knew that I had no chance at PRing, so I was pretty relaxed. I drank all beer and no water and was perfectly fine with that.
The next morning, I woke up thinking that I had overslept, and I was actually happy. Nope, I still had a good hour and a half to get ready. But, in true Emily style, I waited until the last minute to get my act together, and we were pretty late getting out the door. I had some applesauce and half of a piece of cinnamon bread, which was actually the perfect amount of food.
Here's what I loved about this race. No stress! I hadn't trained, and I didn't care. I knew that it would take me about a half hour from start to finish, so that meant: no packing fuel, no rubbing body glide all over every chafe-able body surface, and certainly no stressing about a poo-ing schedule. (Marathoners and half marathons know that the struggle is real)
We had no idea where to park, and it turned out the closest possible place was about a mile from the start line. I had no safety pins, so I planned on carrying my number. Ghetto fabulous.... but I didn't care.
|IDK what I was thinking dressing like this for a hot race. I was sweating just waiting for it to begin. Oops!|
He was extremely nice, and I totally committed blogger fail by not taking a selfie with him. :) George did get a picture of us driving away.
Thanks to officer Paul, I got there in plenty of time, and was able to score some safety pins from a sweet older lady who had some extras stowed in her fanny pack.
Now, I'm not saying that I'm a racing veteran by ANY means, but those wearing jean shorts with their keys around their necks typically aren't the types of runners that should be pushing their way to the very front of the start line. Same with the jogging strollers. Oh heavens, the jogging strollers.... they were out and proud that morning.
But again, I had my IDGAF attitude on, and smiled as I weaved in and out of them at the start and prayed that they didn't pass me later on.
|I started in the back... politely.|
I ended up finishing at 28:51 (around a 9:17 pace). The goal in my head was to finish under 30 minutes, so I was pretty happy considering my total lack of running in 2014.
The rest of the day was spent buying a grill, having our very first cookout in the new house, and you guessed it... eating & drinking.
This race actually made me more excited about running over the summer, and I definitely want to sign up for some more races. Now I just need to get out there and get my mojo back!
Have you done any races lately? How did it go?