I haven’t written a thing on my blog in a week, because I’m busy microblogging all day over at Twitter. I’m loving Twitter, and it’s scary, because I’m typing and speaking in 140 characters or less. Everywhere. I’m sure this will wane, as everything else does, and I’ll be back to speaking in complete sentences, but for now, “I tweet, therefore I am.”
First of all, I start by saying that for 6 weeks, I’ve followed the TNT program very strictly. It was on Tuesday of this week, however, that I had to get a Cortisone shot in my shoulder. I know it doesn’t really do this to everyone, but on the way down, I thought…I need some more of this. Apparently, my body reacted to Cortisone this time like it was heroin. I was amorous, flirty, and downright loopy. Didn’t run Tuesday.
Wednesday, I did intervals at the MJC track, and ran with one of my favorite mentors, Rick. I like both Rick and Mike. Two of the nicest, most normal runners. They are both encouraging, and well, men. One of the female trainers sort of grinds on me, so I tune her out. I know. Mature of me.
Thursday, I decided I don’t need any more 5am nonsense. After all, I don’t work now, and I can run alone. I did 60 min. at 6:30am, long after Kim was done, and it was LONELY. I was running through the streets of our town, and there was no one to chat with me. I didn’t like it.
Friday, I bit the bullet and ran at 5am with Kim. Only 30 min., and I was having tummy issues, so it wasn’t very far, or a very good run.
This morning, was the Udder Run, a 5 miler in Hilmar, to support the Hilmar High Track Team. We weren’t going to go, but we both got a special flyer in the mail, and felt as though we should go and support the team!
Pre-Race: It was raining as we drove 40 miles south to get to Hilmar. I kept thinking how refreshing that was, since it was VERY hot last year, and we only did the 2 mile run. We parked, and had Ms. Thing with the microphone. For the rest of the day. The person who was directing the race, kept talking and talking and talking. We looked at each other, and tried to get our great schwag, and use the restroom. This year, the offering was a T-shirt, a magnet and a few flyers. That’s it. We got ready to go, and the rain stopped. Then, humidity.
Mile 1 & 2 were pretty uneventful. I didn’t stop for water until 2, and practiced walking one minute, which was good for me. On the way, several cows ran over to the street, and it was very cute. That novelty wore off very quickly, as the humidity + stench started to overtake. Not to mention that the race director says, “Watch out for potholes” as we take off.
I was feeling pretty good. I tried to breathe through my mouth, and then we turned a corner. We weren’t running on roads any more. We were in a dairy. 3 Farm Hands sat up on the hay bales and watched us run. I turned a corner to see a bank of cows eating. In order to preserve my nostrils, I started counting cows. I got up to 100 before we turned. At Mile 3, and older woman had gotten out of her car to direct us. She was our race support.
Mile 4 was yet another dairy. One cow had this sort of epilepsy thing with his tongue, and I felt bad. 2 kids were sitting on bricks mocking watching us run by. I started picking off runners, and that felt good. I purposely waited today, because I always start out too fast, and feel way too tired at the end.
Mile 5 was Long Time, by Boston. I knew I had a decent time. Anything between 10 & 11 minutes is good for me. I turned at the end, and the kids were lining up for their race. It started raining again.
No cheering, clapping, or anything. I was not directed which way to go, but soon found orange cones. As I ran through, my time said 53:35. I almost threw up after holding my breath for several minutes. The stench, coupled with the race director’s non-stop yammering was just too much. I walked it off, but it was sketchy for a minute.
Kim brought me a water. We went and had snacks and waited. I got a first place for my age division. Then I realized, I was the only 50-54 year old runner today. There were about 200 people, and 9-10 women came in after me…but they were all younger. I started thinking that this was nothing, and I was sort of embarrassed because I was thrilled with a first place (how sad!)…but then I remembered a blogger I read, Feet Meet Street, and I remember Nitmos saying, “Hey, at least you were out there.”, when I dissed my 3rd place medal for a 10K where there were only 3 runners. I thought of him today. Here was his comment from back in October, and it helped…
Congratulations. Don’t sneer at an award medal just because of the small field. Other people had a chance to join the race and, guess what, they didn’t show up. You did. You earned it. Great job!
So, for now, it’s my First Place medal. It’s my only one ever. But, it’s mine. I also won a pound of cheese, so I feel like a winner. I remember, truly, that I race against myself. I’m as proud as heck to have this medal.
Me, holding my medal & cheese coupon.
At the Hilmar Cheese counter for my free Pepper Jack.
Our awards (Kim got third in her age class).
|6/13/2009 8:00 AM|
|Course:||Hilmar Udder Run-5 miler|
|Pace:||10:43 / mile|
|Misc:||Quality: 5/10, Effort: 5/10|
|Weather:||60° F, Rain, Humid, Partly Cloudy|
VO2 Max: 28