Confession: I am not a runner.
There are two categories of people in the arena of running.
One group is made up of people who run.
The other group is made up of runners. These people carbo load and run regardless of shin splints and side cramps. They have special running shoes that look like this:
I am a member of the first group and wear normal size 11- yes 11 Asics. I started running about a year ago in preparation of the Baltimore Marathon RELAY, which is a month away!! I couldn't run for more than 5 minutes when I started. I can now run 6 miles- 6.5 next week.
When I mention I just went for a run or am planning on running later or am running in a race, I notice people's reaction. Generally they smile, look me up and down, slyly. They seem to be in a a state of amazement and disbelief. Like -She? Runs? Or, "Yea, uh-huh. It's like what a walk run, right?"
Ok maybe I'm being meaner to myself than anyone else has ever been. I never thought I was capable of running like I have been lately. I still have a hard time believing my pedometer at the end of a run.
This past Sunday, I ran a 5K in 29:30 in the rain. In the POURING rain.
The race it self was unorganized. I was told things like, "They are meeting somewhere over there behind the portapots." The course was not marked very well either.
During the race my cotton capri's were so weighed down that they became pants. Shiny pants. When the race was over, I changed into dry clothes, but I was so wet I had to go buy another set of dry clothes on the way home.
I have three sisters. They are all awesome. My younger sister, Lynsey, ran this race with me so at the moment, she is the most awesomest. The rain worked to her advantage though. She did not register for the race, but no one could tell because everyone's race number was covered up by their rain coats. Except me, I was not wearing a raincoat.
Thankfully the course was wide open and no one seemed to give a flyin flip that she was running. She is an All- American Athlete. She is good at any sport she does. She is tall and thin and has a body that makes other girls hate her. Instead of speeding ahead and blowing rain and gravel in everyone's face, she hung with me the whole race. I usually run a 12 minute mile, but because I was trying not to hold her up too much, I ran a 10 minute mile.
I felt great post-run. I felt even better and way tired after our celebratory beverage post race.
Thanks to the poor quality photo, which aside from my race shirt and a cheapo ribbon that declares RUNNING! in gold lettering, is my only proof of running this race.
The actual "high" quality 4x6 photo is $8.99 +shipping- meh.