I'm not dead yet!
x-posted at faboo mama
Today I ran AND completed--thank you very much--my first race. I ran the Santa Monica Classic 5K/10K. I did the 5K.
First off, everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong; I over slept (both alarm clocks did not go off), I couldn't find my shirt, the kids woke up, the batteries in both cameras were dead, I waited in a long line for parking only to find my permit was for the lot a mile away...and I had to walk back that mile to the start line. The race was to start at 7:30am, I got to the start line at 7:28, and was amazed by the crush of humanity for such a small race. I...uh, didn't get the race was starting and watched all these people move forward. Some guy told me, "Yeah, that's the 5Kers." OH! That's me! Where was the gun? I wanted a gun!!!
There was no way I was running with all those people around so I started walking. Once we got onto Main St. and the major group of Runners were gone, I started on a small jog. I guess I should mention at this point that I hadn't run or walked in almost a month because of my knee. My relationship with the gym had dropped to something closer to a booty call. I had been smoking abut a pack and half a day. I also neglected to eat anything this morning becasue I thought that there'd be time to get something before. Oops. For a moment there, I thought I was just going to have to die. Then I saw the mile marker and beamed. That wasn't too bad. I can do this!
As we turned left onto Colorado, we can see the mass of Runners hitting the finish line. Show-offs. I kept trudging up Ocean Blvd. mainly to get away from this couple running with their two dogs (WTF!?!). As I headed back down Ocean Blvd. we saw the leaders in the 10K coming up with a police escort. Ha! I thought, I'm going to finish the 5K before the 10K people show. Whoo-hoo!
I didn't do too bad. I was finished around 8:20, so that means I walked/ran 3.2 miles in about 50 minutes. I was banking on completing the race in 1:30, so that was very good time for me. Not bad for an out-of-shape smoker with a bum ankle.