After milling my way to the back to wait for the race start, I found a nice group of young kids to talk to. There were so many kids there since this race was mostly one for children. All the proceeds went to local elementary schools. The start gun went off with no warning and we were off. The course ran around a huge parking lot then ended up down an open road in Knoxville. I was very entertained at all the young kids who would run back and forth and all over the place to talk to different friends. Too bad I didn’t have their energy.
I could tell from the beginning that this race was going to suck. I wasn’t prepared, I hadn’t ran, I didn’t sleep, I hate the cold, and it was horrible. Complaining is definitely NOT something I do, so it was hard to feel defeated at such an early stage in the race. About half a mile in, I just decided to take it easy and walk most of the way, talking to kids and parents and making the most of what seemed to be an unenjoyable experience. We went up so many hills in the race. Hills is actually an understatement. These hills were beyond steep and straight up torture. So steep in fact, that power walking up them wasn’t even an option. With every hill came more and more negative thoughts. My Garmin seemed to be broken because the tenths of miles crept by.
Then, there it was…the finish line. I have never been more happy to see a finish line. I scanned the crowd looking for my biggest fan who was on photo duty but couldn’t spot him. I finished in 40:20. Almost a personal worst. Part of me felt defeated that the race got the best of me and that I am so incredibly out of shape. But the other part of me was incredibly glad that I crawled out of bed for 3.1 miles. Even though they were slow, miserable, and painful, they were still miles and I have another race under my belt.
thankful that I had someone to get my big frown at the finish line.
I finally saw TJ and he gave me a big sweet and sweaty kiss. Bless his heart. We got me some water and a big ole cinnamon bagel. There was no reason to endure the cold any longer so we left as soon as we got refreshments. Thank God it was over. Yes it was a bad race. Yes I seem negative. But overall I’m just happy that I did it and got my March race in. There’s always next year.