A few of my friends and I ran the Jingle Jam 10k in Augusta this morning. My legs seriously hate me right now. I am such a wuss when it comes to hills and I somehow forgot that today’s 10k was littered with them. Snowmen don’t have the best gams, ya dig? Well, I guess they probably don’t have them at all but you get my point.
Yup. My friend Aubrie and I dressed up as snowmen. I’m not sure how much we actually looked like them, though, because we didn’t have scarves or mittens or anything. Just buttons and a hat. Close enough. I love how she looks radiant and I look like someone just peeled me up off of the highway. I’m not really good at being, well, a girl.
I really like this race a lot, but it was painful this year. First of all, who decided it was going to be over 60 degrees with 90 percent humidity? Let me just barf, please. I wore long sleeves and I had some ridiculous elbow sweat going on. We also ran through a small river at mile 4, so the last two miles were with soaking wet feet. Speaking of feet, I didn’t wear my Mizunos and I regretted it. I felt like my Brooks matched my outfit better, which is sound reasoning in my mind. They rubbed my ankles pretty badly, especially after they got wet. Oops. Lesson learned. But, obviously, the worst beating I took was because of the hills. I think I left a little of my soul out there. Totally not dramatic or anything. But honestly, I think I needed a “harder” race to smack a little sense into me. It’s easy to pretend you’re a really great runner when you’re alone on a treadmill.
One plus is that we got to hang out with Buddy the Elf and watch him chug syrup. We are all pretty sure it was whiskey. Whatever it was, he was actually drinking it. You think I go a little overboard with fake candid shots?
My official time hasn’t been posted yet, but my running app clocked me in at 53:58. I’m very pleased with that time, because I had to work my butt off for it. The craziest part was that I held a 8:40 pace almost on the dot the entire time. I’ve never been as consistent as that, especially around hills.
I rewarded myself with breakfast. I love grease. And onions. The fruit was okay.
After we ate, we hung out with Santa Claus in the parking lot. He rides a motorcycle with Mrs. Claus, in case you were wondering.
I wonder which one of his modes of transportation is his favorite, because he also drives this car. We saw him at Walmart last night while we were buying our costume supplies. I bet the reindeer are feeling very left out right now.
Of course we also saw Santa while we were at the race today, too. I’m starting to feel like the dude follows us around. Anyway, the race is awesome even though I made it sound like the worst day of my life. I will definitely be running it again next year. Just like the Thanksgiving race, I’m hoping to make this one a tradition. Both of them are fun and support great causes, so that’s awesome.
Y’all. I was technically still supposed to run 5 miles today after the race in order to stick with my half marathon training plan, but I didn’t. I poured a glass of wine instead. I think I made the right choice. I needed it. Right after the race, a guy knocked a red Powerade all over me and ruined my chances in the costume contest dance off. Too bad, because I had some sweet moves planned. Then, maybe 5 seconds later, my phone got into an altercation with the sidewalk. The sidewalk won. At the end of the day, though, I’m still counting this day as a success. I think the wine is helping with that thought process, though. 😉 Have a fantastic Saturday evening, you guys!
PS: I noticed a few new faces around here since publishing this post, and I really want to say thanks for reading. I seriously took every comment to heart. I’m bout to get all cheesy up in here, but it’s crazy how it helps and hurts to know that other people can relate to that disordered mentality. I know people claim to “be better” all the time, but I can promise you there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Really and truly. So keep working at it, and seriously get off the internet if you need to. Yep, even if that means you ignore me, too. Also, I am really embarrassed about screwing up the title of that post originally. Proofreading. Not my best skill.