This weekend was a Dash for Dad four miler. I had originally planned to race it, but lately I’ve not felt like I’m physically and mentally up for racing, so I was having a hard time hitting the register button. Luckily, I never got around to it because Pacers’ medic asked me if I’d help out at the finish line. I am CPR and first aid certified and I dial a mean 911, so I said yes. (Don’t worry, there were two nurses right there and EMTs just a block away. ) I figured my role would mostly be as an extra set of eyes and someone to hand out band aids and provide sympathy when a runner crossed the puke threshold. Luckily, I didn’t even have to do any of that. As usual, it was a wonderfully well organized race and a lot of fun for everyone. I look forward to getting to help out again in the future.
- I think I need to designate a pair of shoes as “puke shoes”. Not every race is going to go as good as this one did.
- People need to look in the mirror before they leave the house. I’m all about wearing what’s comfortable for racing, but there are just some things I don’t need to see. Really.
- If your bra size contains two letters (and they aren’t AA), then a tank with a built in bra is probably not enough support.
- I went for a run after the race and nearly stopped at a half mile because of a side cramp. I can’t remember the last time I got that kind of cramp!
- At the rate I’m going, pretty soon a granny with a walker is going to be able to go faster than me. Not sure why my speed and endurance are taking a huge downhill turn.
- Today I ran four miles, focusing on cadence. I’ve got to figure out how to increase cadence without also increasing my heart rate. It was a decent run, but I was exhausted when I got done.
School ends Friday. I’m ready and not ready at the same time. Fingers crossed I can hang onto my sanity…