So as many of you know... I was training for the Route 66 Marathon, feeling good about my time and had even run a practice 5k without injury... so the morning of the actual run I was excited and anxious to get going.
I met up with my running buddies and headed to the race, a little tired from the Brad Paisley concert the night before... but super excited to finally hit the pavement.
Look at us... so hopeful... full of promise...
Then we started running and Adam and I took off and I ran a little faster than I normally do cause I let peer pressure impact my pace at races. I'm lame like that.
After the first mile my calf started cramping... not a good thing. We stopped to stretch out my leg and walked a bit to straighten out the kink, but it didn't work and I started walking funny because of the cramp... which then made my knee start hurting.. which made me feel like a gimp... and in the end I stopped.
I knew I couldn't run two more miles on a cramping calf or with a popping knee, so I turned around and made my way back to the starting line pissed off and whining to Mems on the phone about it. But there will be other races.. and I'll keep at it.
So the positive... some pics I posted after I got back to the start of the race.
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| Adam dancing to Lady Gaga on the speakers while he and Andy shot his story for the day. |
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| A can of Four Loko tossed aside after a runner guzzled it along the route. |
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| A little girl proudly holding her medal after finishing the 5k. |
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| An attractive man in orange shorts bending over. |
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| The same attractive man bending over from a different angle. |
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| Adam walking past an attractive man in shorts. |
One thing I know I need to work on is not trying to keep up with the pack on a race day... but to run at my own pace... even if it's a slow fucking pace.
Hopefully a winter of treadmill running will make that happen.
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