So much for attitude and intentions. Last year, I had great expectations and basically hated the race. This year, I was worn out before I started, but improved my time by almost 3 minutes and can seriously say I had plenty left at the end.
I should clarify that I’m talking about my 2nd Women’s 4-miler experience.
Even as the race started, I wasn’t sure whether I was going to run (vs. walk), but I lined up with a friend, and as we crossed the starting line, we kinda’ decided why not?! I wogged… I don’t call myself a runner. To protect my back, I do a kinda’ low-impact shuffle that is part walk, part jog, and nothing like the sprinting or cross-country running I did long, long ago. A seemingly bloggless friend coined the term, and it fits.
I didn’t push myself. I could have done better, and am already toying with the idea of actually training for the race next year. We’ll see. This year, it was enough to just give the race – and myself – a second chance. I didn’t hate it. I still prefer wogging with the fur-girls, but there’s something to be said for 3,500 women taking to the road to raise funds for local breast healthcare.
There’s also something to be said for proper footwear. Last year, I wore my favorite shoes… trail running shoes. The course is 100% paved road. This year, I bought a pair of not-trail running shoes and broke them in on the short walks where
the girls and I never leave the pavement, except for our driveway. (The girls find excuses to off-road, even on our shortest walks.) I’ve also accepted that while I love cotton socks, natural fibers are not my running friends. Oddly, while I love a little negative ease (snug-fitting socks for the not-sock-knitters), I DO NOT like compression socks. In fact, they make my arches hurt.
And no, there is no group photo. We planned our gathering for about the time line-up starts. Next year… maybe?
So happy Labor Day, America. I’m celebrating with the girls, a long walk, some yoga, a book and lots of general relaxation.