My run yesterday was....not fun. It was 39 degrees yesterday with wind. My Ipod died before the race started, so I ran music-less. I wore a fleece that overheated me 3/4 of a mile in. At about the end of the 1st mile, someone was barbequeing and the smell put my gag reflex into overdrive. I walked and ran the final mile, fighting nausea most of the way. The last block to the finish line had that BBQ smell again, and I wanted to clamp a hand over my mouth.
My time was dreadful, but I could peel off the fleece and cool down a bit. Poor K. Who knew she would have to spend so much time talking her old mom through the end of that "fun" run? So, what do the Mr., K, and CT order after the race: BBQ. Ugh. I tried not to look at it. I actually fought nausea all afternoon and evening, so maybe I had a touch of something.
Sad that I'm even thinking this already, but there is another race on April 10th in a nearby town. They have a marathon, half-marathon, 10 K, and 5 K. I am going to register for the 5 K. I'm also going to repeat week 6 of Couch Potato to 5 K and finish the training for the 5 K before then. We'll see how that goes.
K is lucking out on this one, as she and her half marathon friends are supposed to run a competitive 10 K that weekend. So we'll all be at the same race, but she won't have to run with me. I run by myself every day, so I prefer it that way. Now if I could find a race to run while it is still dark, I'd love it. Darkness at 5:00 AM is my favorite time to run. Oh, and the Ipod will be charged and I will peel layers as I go.
Is anyone else in blog land getting comments written in characters? Weird. It isn't like I can read what they say. If it is Ed McMahon telling me I've won a million dollars, I'm going to be mad I missed it. I just keep rejecting the comments. I hope it isn't hate mail! Oh, wait a second! I don't care. I can't read it!