Subtitle: All in bullets as that’s how my brain is working right now.
*There is 100 % a fineline between stress & excitement. We don’t call it stresscitement around herre for nothing. On the plane I was excited. I was terrified. I fantasized about half-marathon running totally becoming my passion and wondered when & where I could run my next race. I had visions of being loaded on to the PrincessWhoLostTheirSparklesVan (my name) because I ran so slowly the park was ready to open.
I was a full-on stresscited mess.
*Running is nothing like a bodybuilding show. While that statement is *seemingly* an obvious one (this past weekend required no selftanner, no glued on posing suits & no posing routine) it only struck me on the day before the race that there’s one other *huge* difference.
With bodybuilding I was done on show day & merely needed to display the fruits of my (cardio lifting dieting pose-practicing) labors.
When running a race the work is in the training and there’s still work to be done on competition day. (See above stresscitement & cross-reference under exacerbated on Saturday)
(It seems this makes me officially a non-runner but YES the race did feel like work.)
*Dont always be a nerdy rule follower Lordy I learned this one the hard way and, upon post-race reflection do think that it could be about 88.329847% of the reason why race day felt like work. I read the “ipods are discouraged” message as “dont bring an ipod.”
13.1 miles later I was ruing my decision and regretting being such a hardcore rule follower. Not only did I lack tunes to propel me onward there were so few others running sans-tunes I had no one to chat with.
In short, it sucked. At least on the treadmill I had Patty to hang with!
*In running, as in life, always ask for what you need. Above lament aside, I did see a few women who were running without buds firmly in ears. At one point (mile 11ish) I felt my motivation waning. There was no way I was walking (100% because I wanted to git the musicfreerun DONE!) but I longed for some encouragement.
I jogged next to a total strangerprincess, looked her dead in the eye, and said to her: please tell me I ROCK & that I can do this!
To my surprise she did. I returned the favor and we never spoke again.
Seriously, in running as in life it *so* pays off to just ask for what you need.
*I do practice what I preach! Ive talked here about how Im not a fan of the scale. I rarely weigh myself outside of doctors visits because I know how my clothes should fit and, when they dont, thats information enough!
I also yammer to my IRL friends about how I never check my blog stats. For me it’s the same as the scale: why let a number dictate my self-worth!
As a result it only struck me hours after the race that I had no clue how fast or slow Id run it! I never looked at my watch once nor did I check my stats upon race completion. I finished. I succeeded. ’nuff said!
*I do think Id run another…the more I forget the OUCH! of this one. I can say Id never run the Disney Princess half again (ok, maybe not. see? Im already caving!). I didnt mind the fact that we were up at the CRACK of dawn only to wait hours and hours for the race to begin—what killed me was the cold. Id not anticipated how frickin freezing Id be in the wee hours of a Florida morning. A fricking freezing which lasted, for me, till almost mile six.
Another half? In a warmer early morning clime? Who can say…
So that’s me.
A few days post half-running and nary a clue if I’ll hang up the Asics forever or consult my calendar and schedule another race.
How do you typically feel after you accomplish your goal?
Do you immediately find a new one or, like I am, do you simply bask a while in the glow of accomplishment and *wait* to make any new plans or decisions?
Regardless, even if I never ever run again, I decided I am indeed the tee-shirt below (it’s hard to read, I know. You may need to click on it):
It feels pretty damn great.