One very overdue post. Better late than never, eh?
Endurance, you are dead to me. You abandon me right when I need you, like when it’s 82 degrees and I’m running up a hill and it feels as though my head is about to pop off.
This pretty much sums up the run I did the weekend before last (before I had to unexpectedly return to Australia), the Halfway 5K, in Canton, MA – No. 25 in my 52 Weeks, 52 Runs challenge. (And yes, I’m disappointed that we didn’t time this one to fall at No. 26, halfway into the challenge. That would have been clever, no?)
It was a splendid day for a 5K. Maybe a little too splendid. (When someone says “it’s a perfect day for a run,” I die a little inside. These perfect days usually mean cloud-less skies, piercing sun, and soaring temperatures. Which for me means one thing: sweaty beet-face.)
Notwithstanding my ridiculous intolerance to heat, I was thrilled that the organizers of the Halfway had won the weather lottery, as it no doubt helped them attract about 1,200 runners to their cause: Cops for Kids With Cancer, which is a wonderful organization that sports a truly awesome logo.
The turnout was all the more impressive given that this was an inaugural run. We turned up expecting your typical smallish neighborhood event – with a Vita Coco stand, perhaps (there is always a Vita Coco stand) – but this was nothing of the sort. There were freshly grilled turkey tips! And offerings of Sam Adams beer! And cups of free coffee! And frozen yogurt popsicles! And can you tell I love this kind of stuff?!
As many of you know, I am attempting a half-marathon in August, so I am technically in training. (Although I’ll be darned if I can tell the difference between “training” and “all the stuff I do regularly.” I guess it’s training because I have a schedule saying it is.) Anyway …
Call me crazy, but because I am running this half-marathon, I have an expectation that I should be able to, you know, run – especially something as teeny as a 5K. But on this particular day, as I mentioned, my endurance was nowhere to be found. I was motoring along just fine at the start, but somewhere around mile 1.75, the heat got to me and I lost all my oomph. As my hubby memorably likes to say, my sweat’s sweat was sweating.
Still, there was no denying the fabulousness of this event. At the halfway point, we were instructed to hold out our arms to get slapped with a wristband that gives us 50% off wings at the Halfway Cafe. How great is that?
I needed wings at that point. Not the meaty kind, but the feathery, I don’t-have-to-use-my-legs-anymore kind.
Sadly, in the absence of actual wings, I had no choice but to propel myself up and down the many hills (I’m not allowed to complain about those) and across the finish by leg power alone. Unfair. It was hot, damn hot. I am slowly getting re-acclimatized to the heat, but it’s always going to be a struggle.
I was very scowly when hubby came back to run me in. I am starting to be super hard on myself when I don’t perform well. But that’s OK. There are cheap wings in my future and I supported an amazing cause. I’m sure things will pick up, especially now that I am doing more during the week. So I’m not worried. Not really …
The event: Halfway 5K
The location: Canton, MA
The date: June 10, 2012
My time: 33.26 (pace: 10.46)
Hubby’s time: 20.32 (pace 6.36); third in his age group!
The cause: Cops for Kids With Cancer
The T-shirt: Green tech tee with “I ran Halfway” on the back
The aftermath: Turkey tips, Sam Adams beer, yogurt popsicles, Starbucks coffee, chocolate milk, energy drinks, bananas, oranges … you name it