Happy Saturday! I rarely check in on the weekends, but I guess I’m a little excited about today’s events. I ran a 5k this morning after totally forgetting about it this week. So, yeah, I was a little unprepared. Originally, I had hoped a few friends would run it with me but that didn’t pan out. It was also early (7am) so Maddux and Ryne couldn’t join me either. That’s right, I was on my own.
I’ve never had to run any race by myself. I know a lot of people do that all the time, but it totally threw me for a loop. I was ridiculously nervous. I almost didn’t even go. I know. That’s terrible, right? I’m so glad I sucked it up and went because it actually turned out the be an awesome experience!
The race was the Augusta Fights for Lupus 5k. It was the race’s first year and it was thrown by some first-time race organizers. It was a very small race, but you could tell they put a lot of love into it. That sounds cheesy, but it’s true. I love when you can tell that people are doing something totally out of the goodness of their own heart. That kind of passion is contagious!
Anyway, back to the race. I got up this morning a little bit later than I should have and rushed around like a madwoman to get out of the door on time. I didn’t even have time to eat my requisite toast and pb. I did managed to make a quick cup of coffee, which I ended up chugging on the way there. I was a mess, but I somehow made it on time. The best part of this race is the location. I’ve run a race at Savannah Rapids Park before, and it was just as beautiful this time.
I didn’t have anyone to take the oh-so-important pre-race pictures for me, so I improvised. Hi, toilets!
Like I said before, this was a small race. The bibs didn’t show up in time for the race and there was no official timing system. It was a bare-bones 5k. It was kind of nice to just line up and start running without worrying about the other “stuff”. From the moment we took off, I tried my hardest to sprint through the pack of people. I was pretty sure I was the leading girl. I started running with the leading males but quickly realized I needed to take a freaking chill pill. I don’t know why I got so excited. Possibly the coffee on an empty stomach? I must have been jacked and feeling like superman. I slowed my pace significantly and just got into a groove. I settled in behind a guy and his dog and just ran. It was awesome to not know much about my speed, distance, etc.
The race was out and back, so I got to see the leaders pass. By the time I reached the turn-around, I knew I was actually the first female. I’ve never had the lead like that. I think it got to my head and actually slowed me down. That’s weird, right? I feel like I didn’t push as hard because I felt like I must have been doing “good enough”. I’m pretty mad at myself for that, but I can’t turn back time. Then, all of a sudden, I had the urge to turn my head and look back. Um, I must be psychic because there was a girl coming up behind me. That snapped me back to the “race” aspect of the whole thing. I really tried to pick it back up at that point. I think I finished pretty strong just because of her. After the race, she came up to me and thanked me for pushing her. The feeling was totally mutual! According to a girl at the finish line recording time on her phone, I came in at 24 minutes, something or other. I didn’t start right at the lead, so I’m pretty sure I PR’d by a little. I honestly have no clue if that time is accurate at all, though. Oh well! I did get a pretty sweet little ribbon:
I also sweated like a beast. How was it 1,000 degrees at 7 am? Thanks, Georgia.
After the race, I hung out a little bit waiting for the bibs and t-shirts to show up. The girl in charge of bringing them actually got a nail in her tire that morning. Bless it. While I was waiting, I spoke with the race organizer. She was super sweet and very enthusiastic. I hope the race continues to grow for her and her cause! I honestly didn’t mind the “mistakes” they made, because authenticity and passion are more important than some dumb t-shirt. They’re actually going out of their way to mail them all out to the people who couldn’t wait any longer anyway. Boom. Problem solved.
I grabbed a little post-race treat on the way home. Maddux stole about half my wrap. Rude.
Then, the best part of the day: weeding! Y’all. I hate yardwork. There, I said it. Wouldn’t it be awesome if once you pulled weeds they never came back?
Okay. Now on to the actual best part of the day. I took Maddux swimming at my parents’ house! This boy is a little fish.
Now we’re watching random TV shows that we can pick up through our rabbit ears. We live like kings, I tell you. 😉 After today’s race, I’m really excited to start training for a race. I feel like I’ve never really put in the effort that I should. I get super excited, sign up for a race, and then forget about it. Every single time. I think I’m afraid to “train” because that means if I come up short then I’ve failed. Does anybody else feel like that? I can’t be the only weirdo out there.
Good night, y’all!