I ran my sixth race of year yesterday! I can’t believe six months have passed, time really flies. I use to hate that saying but I believe I say it every day now. Ugh!
Katie’s Run is a 5k race that honors the memory of Katie McBride a young girl that suffered from Childhood Leukemia. The run honors Katie but it also supports the Ronald McDonald House of Long Island and the family services it offers. The love, support, and just general community togetherness are what I love best about local races. These type of races puts life into perspective, you realize how blessed you are, and it’s just general awesomeness.
This race, my sixth race was a dozy of a race. It was another race where I thought I was going to kill it. Didn’t happen. I was literally dragging my ass from mile one. I raced with my close friend who just started running again, and she whipped my ass. The course was flat, with a few small inclines that weaved in and out of a local community. I was excited for the race because I’ve been training for my Tri, and wanted to see where I was at with my running. My excitement dissipated at mile one when the sun was beating down on me with no shade in sight. I was so thirsty. I felt I was drinking my salvia just to stay quenched.
All I could think about during the race was how horrible I felt, my mental game certainly did me in. I started going over what I ate, why I ate it, and that I really have to focus on eating better. I was kicking my ass for not being more mindful with my food choices. I really need to eat less processed snacks. Before the race I was batting this around with my friend and it just resonated with me during the race. I will never get faster, stronger or become a better runner if I keep eating the way I am eating.
So yesterday I started to eat more mindful, and I survived! Does this mean that I will never eat another chip?! Hell no, like Grandma Pitta said “Everything in moderation!” but I will certainly make much better choices, it’s kinda of pointless if I don’t, I’d just be spinning my wheels. Right?
Nevertheless as I was about three tenths of a mile from the finish line a woman in the crowd looked at me square in the eye and as I gave her a half-assed I can’t wait till this is over smile she said to me “Take the girl in the purple”, and that my friends is exactly what I did. I hauled assed chicked two guys, and the gal in purple! I ended the run smiling to say the least – I think this woman knew exactly what I needed.
My result was 35 minutes but my friends watch said 32 minutes, WTF? Split the difference?