This past Saturday I woke up early to meet up with some of my girlfriends for a race. It was colder than expected. (I think like 9 degrees?) But I was excited for the race so I dragged myself out of bed and got into some cold weather race gear.
The five of us ran the Diva Dash 5k in Aksarben. We were the Pavement Princesses. We had a tutu making party a month ago. They were glitter-tastic.
The race was packed. I loved how it was all about girl power. There were tons of tutus and crowns and pink. The race started off with some huge hills and ended on one long downhill. It was a great race course with people out cheering us on. All of our guys came which was super sweet, especially considering the cold.
I really wanted to have an amazing run but I wasn’t feeling this race from the start. My lungs were sore and I was tired. My legs felt frozen and it was hard to get moving. About a half mile in when I was starting my trek up the first hill my shoelace came untied. I’ve never had a shoelace come untied before while running a race. I stopped to tie my shoe and had a hard time starting back up again afterwards. I pride myself on never stopping to walk during my 5ks (as slow as my running may be) but I quickly found myself needing to walk during this race. When my second shoelace came untied and I still couldn’t feel my feet I decided to listen to my body and walk. I walked until the last few feet of the race which I ran to get it over with. I did not cross the finish line very happy. I was frustrated at myself for not having stronger will power and angry with my body for not feeling better.
I didn’t feel up to posing with my medal until later in the afternoon. And it’s an awesome medal (and cute tech t-shirt!). But taking 38:48 to cross the finish line made me feel like I didn’t earn it. But my husband and friends are awesome and made me realize that participating in a race at all is something to be proud of. And that I did earn it. So I posed with my medal, and I celebrated the fact that I had finished another 5k race. I’m sharing this with all with you just to say that sometimes something you love doing can suck. And that’s okay. I’ve been running for nearly two years now. I did not love this run. But I still love to run.
Question of the Day: Did you ever have a race not turn out like you had planned?