An hour or so before the big 5K this Saturday team Crush Cancer with Carolyn gathered from all corners for the country, across generations, with matching shirts and a variety of cute to ugly but sensible sneakers (I put my beloved Brooks in the later category) to run down the Atlantic City boardwalk and back for 3.1 miles. (Don't forget that .1!) I don't know about you, but this is what I'd been picturing in my head for the past 9 weeks:
Image found via googling "woman jogging in the sun."
The sun on my shoulders, a view of the ocean from the dry wooden boards of the board walk. And yet, this was the reality:
Literally, right as the run was about to start, it started to drizzle then rain and then pour and continue to pour for the rest of my life. You guys, my contacts almost fell out at one point, and that only ever happens if I open my eyes underwater! Here is a reenactment of me running a 5K underwater, AKA losing my mind:
Let's just say, this really hard thing that I'd been training for and psyching myself up for for 9 weeks ended up being way harder than I thought it would be. Apparently, when my sister came up to me right before mile 1, I yelled "I'm fucking miserable! This is the worst thing ever!" I am taking this opportunity to blame my f-bomb on the rain.
But guess what? I ran the entire time! Mainly because I was able to convince myself that even though I thought walking in the rain would feel better than running in the rain, it wouldn't. And you guys, when I say "rain" I mean "pouring rain," every time in this post. Here is me not giving up when I really wanted to:
When I hit the 3 mile mark, my sister Emily, who had already finished with a personal best time of 28:09, found me in the crowd and ran me home. It was the longest and best .1 mile of my life and Emily was my rain soaked encouragement fairy leading my way as I crossed the line. At 33:11 minutes! Another rain soaked fairy was Carolyn. She ran this 5k with brain cancer, grace and strength What a hero! I was so proud to be part of her team.
My cousin had organized a lunch for the team afterwards, but my totally clueless and in denial of rain family, did not bring a change of cloths. Luckily, this resulted in the buying of on sale matching track suits from a Tropicana Casino gift shop. Pair that image with copious amounts of Italian food and you will know that all is right with he world.
|Post-rain Soaked Encouragement Fairy and her fiance.|
So look, I'm going to keep doing this running thing, and sign up for another 5K, but I'm not ready to say I like it yet. I"ll do it, but I've earned the right to complain about it the entire time and drop at least one f-bomb during the race if I feel like it. And that is the story of my first ever 5K.