The inability to think straight continues, but I can’t hide until my mind starts working properly again. So, in the spirit of plowing on through, even when things are tough, here I am.
Things aren’t really tough, but having visitors is not conducive to blogging or eating a few bites of leftovers while standing over the kitchen sink. It’s kind of like that SATC episode that I’ve referenced in the past, the one where Carrie finds it difficult to do the things she does in private with her new live-in boyfriend around.
For me, that means wandering aimlessly around the house picking up things, grabbing a bite to eat, checking my email, picking my nose. Kidding.
Or am I?
Seriously, if I were to blog about every last thing that was happening to me while they are here visiting, they would see me starting at a computer screen instead of acting like the excellent housewife that I am so NOT.
Also, I’ve needed a little time to process the fact that I suck at the 5K.
I always have running. Even when the house is a mess, the children are out of line, the casserole is a disaster (I don’t really make casseroles but it sounds good). When all else fails, I run.
But this year, since we rounded the week into the holiday season, the running also began to fall apart.
Of course this could be due to the fact that I am drinking wine every night, downing sweets like nobody’s business, entertaining company, and supporting Oldest through college interviews and essay-writing. But whatever.
(Katie won a pie! And maybe my bib number was a hint that I needed to run more 800s?)
One thing I forgot about the 5k is how much I hate it. But for this particular 5k, I forgot how much I really, really hate to run up a fairly steep incline for the first mile. I felt like someone was reaching down into my chest and trying to rip my lungs out of me one at a time.
Generally I look around during the first 400 meters of such a race and think, “why the heck is everyone running so freaking fast?”
And then I think, “Oh, I should probably go with them…”
And then I think, “There’s no way we can all keep this pace for three miles and some change!”
And then I remember what 5K pain really feels like and I think, “why am I here?”
And then I think, “I am never doing this again!”
And then I see the finish line.
So that pretty much sums up the race.
(20:43, 2nd place age group, 8th female; all times were a bit slow due to terrain)
But the good news is that I PRed by 4 seconds!
(I wasn’t terribly happy about those four seconds.)
Some day I will choose a 5K race that doesn’t start up a hill and I’ll also choose a day when it’s not unusually hot for the season. And then it’ll be perfect. (Said every runner who was ever disappointed with a performance.)
To be fair, I did not have an ideal week leading up to the race, as I wasn’t able to escape the domestic duties that had me chained to the oven rather than out on the roads. (Not running is okay in the week leading up to the half or full marathon. Not so with the shorter distances. Must keep those legs moving.)
The day after the race, I went out to run easy, but found myself climbing big hills instead. Yes, it must have been some sort of self-punishment, but it needed to happen.
The one thing I can take away from this race? Well, there are actually two.
One is that when my kids are racing, I should not race. I hate not being able to cheer for them simply because my lungs are in my mouth and my legs are stiff bricks that refuse to respond to my commands. (Youngest came in right behind me and won his age group.)
And two is that I should never plan to run a race when I have company in my house and am simultaneously trying to make a meal that takes three days to prepare.
I showed up to this race more concerned about what time I should put the cauliflower in the oven and where I was going to find two extra chairs than I was about what my splits should be.
But let’s chalk this one up to a wildly successful tempo run in which I ran on hills at 6:38 pace for three straight miles.
It’s really all in how you frame it.
Off to enjoy a few more moments of quiet…