Thanksgiving, random race review, and is this marathon stuff actuallypaying off?!?
|Oprah assures me I'm ok just the way I am.|
All this can be yours, unless of course, you're a marathon runner. For this lucky group the turkey trot is just the beginning. Afterwards, (and possibly before if you're really lucky) you'll have another 15-20 miles of running for the day of ahead of you. "No problem," you might say. "I'll just show up a little late to Thanksgiving and then eat to my heart's content." Then your caller id shows up with dreaded number of your coach who's calling to remind you that even though it's Thanksgiving, you're still 10 lbs too heavy.
Killing a bit of time, I walked around pre-race, gazing at other runners warming up (fast), stretching (hardcore), participating in synchronized yoga (weird), and in general getting ready to run the race of their lives. It looked interesting. I, meanwhile, wandered off to see if anyone had a set up secret bar for liquid courage. (Note to any entrepreneur: this would make a KILLING at any race.) That's when I bumped into this. A giant, man sized, clothes and running shoe wearing turkey.
|100% positive that no children will ever|
be sent to the therapist's couch over this.
Once we got started though it is worth mentioning how many people were outside to cheer us on. Every volunteer who was giving up their Thanksgiving morning to cheer us on was great, but even better were the multitudes of people who stood outside of their homes on a cold thanksgiving morning, (almost all fully clothed) and smiled and waved at people they didn't even know. Not pushing myself this year I tried to make it a point to wish them all a Happy Thanksgiving as I ran on by.
Not "racing" has its perks in that you take in more things than the sound of your own ragged breathing and what you pray isn't the sound of your heart. I was able to take in the neighborhood scenery, the layout of the course, and interestingly enough...the fact that I wasn't being passed by other runners. Initially I attributed it to the fact that all the people really racing had bypassed me early on. Then I noticed that while I was passing small pockets of middle school girls, I was still passing people. Could it be that...just maybe..all this marathon training was paying off?? Sure, I could definitely feel the hills working my calves, but it wasn't terrible...No, I reasoned with myself, it must be that I'm just running them slowly.
|"This is the last hill, once you make it over this it's easy going!"|
said every volunteer, at every hill, in every race, ever.
So maybe this marathon training stuff is paying off. And while I probably won't stop hating it...or complaining about it, I will acknowledge that it is doing me some good. With another upcoming big race this weekend, (The dash for cash ten miler) I'm hoping it'll do me some good as I'm looking to beat last year's time on a newer, harder course. Cross your fingers and wish me luck as I go round two with the girl who chicked me last race!