My relationship with running is on shaky ground this week. We are just not moving forward as a couple. I mean, we are moving forward, but not moving forward, if you know what I mean.
As much as I’d like to blame running for this situation, I know it’s mostly my fault. If I’m not willing to put in real, sustained effort, how can I expect us to develop and grow? But surely running has to shoulder some of the responsibility. If it weren’t so difficult, and if it didn’t make my lungs so angry, and my legs so burny, and my face so red, perhaps I’d be more willing to spend more time
sorting through our issues. I’m starting to think maybe we need a temporary separation. Or therapy …
In case you couldn’t tell, I had a bad run this weekend.
It wasn’t my worst time. It wasn’t my hilliest race. But I just felt lousy. And when a run called Margaritas 5K doesn’t make me happy … well, all hope is lost. My first run with a hard-liquor theme, and look what happens.
This was part of the Loco Will Run for Beer series, so naturally the event was fabulous. (Thankfully, it didn’t reflect my lackluster performance.) The only hitch came as we were lining up for our gratis drink at the end and were informed we all needed ID. You could gauge my mood at that point by the fact that I wasn’t willing to schlep back to the car to get it. It takes a lot to make me give up on free booze.
The run itself went something like this: run/stop to tie shoelace/run/walk/run/walk/walk/run/curse/run/take inhaler/run/walk/water stop/run/walk/curse/run/walk/give death stare to hubby who came to run me in/walk/run across the finish line/grimace at photographer.
Not my finest half-hour.
It was exceptionally warm though, the warmest run of the season so far. It became clear that transitioning back to hotter weather is going to be tough. I am going to put my lack of skills down to that, and not to the fact that I am heading for a break-up. Because that would be sad.
Twenty runs down, 32 to go. It’s a long, exceptionally sweaty road ahead.
The event: Margaritas 5K
The location: Exeter, N.H.
The date: May 13, 2012
My time: 33.58 (pace: 10.58)
Hubby’s time: 21.27 (pace: 6.55)
The cause: Exeter High School track and cross-country programs
The T-shirt: Blue cotton short-sleeved
The aftermath: Chicken burritos from Margaritas. Yum! There may have been other bits and pieces, but we were too focused on the burritos.