Since being home from Disney I have been searching for "redemption"; from what? I am not exactly sure.
I am proud of my accomplishments from Disney and I think I did exactly what I set out to do but something has been eating away at me since we've been home. I honestly and firmly believe it is the post-marathon blues have set it.
So I decided to register for a few races, I have my long term goals of a GOOD winter marathon, an ultra, and a few races to keep my head in the game for this year but one of the races I decided on was here locally this weekend.
BEFORE we even got there I was feeling less than awesome about what was to come.
The start time had moved almost 2 hours from the previous years. Positive for those who cannot roll out of bed at the crack of dawn but a huge drawback for people who are a little more hardcore and are at home having breakfast by the time these people are just getting out the door.
Y'all it's hot here in Texas and as a rule I am out the door NO LATER than 6am EARLIER if need be temp wise. So a 9:30 gun time had me rolling my eyes.
I decided to roll with it; throw on my Karate Kid t-shirt and make it happen.
We drive down, get in our corral type area, another change from this year is there is no place to warm up at the start line? You can run around in the mud and horse crap if you like but no real place to jog, stretch, ...................Etc. So I am crabby.
Get a little closer to the start time and I start fumbling with my Garmin. Press the button. Nothing. Press it again. Nothing. Press it again; YOU get the drift.
It appears that homegirl WHO IS OCD TO THE CORE put the charger on my Garmin upside down. The good news? I usually wait for the beeps to make sure I am actually charging the damn watch apparently I was having an episode when I put it back on the charger.
SO I start feverishly trying to sync my Runkeeper. NEGATIVE.
I turn around and look at B; and E who is now whining she is "done standing" and ask him to take me home. He said I will ask you again in 5 minutes if you want to go home and if you do I will take you and we won't talk about it again.
I walk to the start line.
Guys? I am tired, I have not slept a full nights sleep in going on 6 weeks now, couple that with the fact that "I needed" this race for something and you can see that my rage gauge is probably over the top at this point. I decided to put that emotion into my legs and get shit done.
Mile 1. WAY TOO FAST I am going with a 10 something.
Mile 2. Way TOO fast.....
Mile 3. Best 5k time at a race 28 and some odd seconds.
Mile 4. God dammit it's hot out here. Why are all the damn water stops on the left instead of the right? Why are my shorts soaking wet? Oh yeah I just dumped water all over myself but still don't feel any cooler.
Mile 5. Hey look kids it's a giant hill with a bunch of horse crap covering it because after all this is the rodeo.
Mile 6. The 5k chute. Do we keep running? This isn't clearly marked; I see 5k and 10k signs, if I charged my watch I would know............
And we are done.
Did I feel better for doing it? Maybe. Irony? I ran my fastest 10k and am still pissed off about it. Ha.
I come away with two notions. I hate running in Houston and I hate dodging horse poop on a race course. Maybe 3 things. While walking to the race entry point there was a lady behind us who was explaining to her best friend that PEOPLE actually drive or fly to races; like to run a marathon?!?!?! How stupid is that?!?!?! B said; knowing my fist was twitching that I didn't need to waste my punch option that early in the day. He was right. I wanted to use it for the girl who asked for gum at the water stop.