So hello again to everyone out there reads the blog and I thank you once again from the bottom of my heart, now with that said on to the first race of the new calendar year and my goodness did that shit suck...I mean bad. Now for those of you who know me well enough, you at least know that I don't like to whine a lot about certain things and races being one of them. I'll be honest I just would rather let other people talk about that stuff for me, I guess in my head it makes me seem like a bad ass or something, but gee whiz that was the roughest course I've endured.
Now for those of you familiar with these "gimmick" races and I use the word loosely, because I can't come up with another term to accurately describe these type of races. This race happened to be like one of those electric runs or those color races and so on and so forth, this was called the Hot Chocolate 5k/15k because of the free chocolate and hot cocoa that they give out before, during and after the race. So I decided to do this on a whim that I'd get to run another race with the lady, but I also wanted to impress her sister and mother by doing the 15k rather than the 5k (also because I'm training for longer distances). Unfortunately they were done well before I finished so I didn't get to spend time with them, but that wasn't the part that really peeved me and I'll admit shame on me for being more prepared for the race itself because this race course was a motherf...well you know.
I normally have a bit of a pregame ritual where I eat before I leave for the race and then I just listen to music and stretch while I get into a mental zone of sorts(yes I know), but this time was a little different. I didn't get to have my normal pre race snacks because I was in a hurry to get there in time to see my girlfriend and her family start their race. That sort of threw things off, but this one of those easy ass "gimmick" races where people show up and eat chocolate and run/walk a 5k/15k. No big deal. Well I go through my usual pre race ritual where I isolate myself and stretch out and listen to music and did that for about 15 minutes before my race started. After all that it's time for me to join my corral and get a good spot for the start, then it hits me, what the hell am I doing in the fastest group? I mean I was a schlub in a sea of fit individuals and I'm sure they too were wondering what the hell I was doing there too. As my 7th grade track coach used to say anytime someone got outrun by someone, "You got doo doo on your legs". That's precisely what happened next and not say I'm a blazing fast runner, I'm not, but I've never been left behind by so many people, which really demoralized me.
So not only was overmatched, but on top of that the course was brutal. I kept thinking about how much I hated the person that designed the course while having to deeper maybe than I've ever had to. (Sighs) yeah shit was terrible, but I managed and survived the ordeal and was pissed off pretty much the rest of the day. Quite the humbling and miserable experience.
With that said it was a humble reminder that you're maybe not as good as you think you are and that you shouldn't underestimate any type of challenge be it great or small. So thanks for listening to my whinefest and happy running.
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