Having just finished two St. Patrick’s Day races, one would think I’m a huge fan of the holiday. I do like that it is just a fun holiday for most people with the majority of us just dressing in green and drinking Guinness. After all, who doesn’t love a Guinness?? (If you don’t, don’t tell me. I can’t bear to hear it.) So, since we are talking about St. Patrick’s Day for Tuesdays on the Run, here’s why I love the holiday.
St. Patrick’s Day holds a special place in my runner’s heart. Why? Because my very first race was a St. Patrick’s Day race. Nearly 10 years ago today, I stepped up to the starting line for the very first time. I had no idea what to expect and was certainly not dressed for the occasion. (In fact, I was wearing men’s running tights because, as Virginia weather likes to do, we had a sudden cold snap and I had no cold weather running clothes. And I still have those tights.)
I had no idea about pacing. I misjudged the actual distance. I thought I was going to die at the end because the race (an 8K) was the farthest I’d ever run. But I survived and the first step down the road to addiction was taken.
Know what else happened at a St. Patrick’s day race? My first ever race in a Skirt Sports skirt.
It was the Happy Hour skirt, which is similar to today’s Happy Girl. I remember at the time thinking that I’d never have more than a couple. Well, I refuse to runfess to exactly how wrong that is, but I can pretty much wear a skirt a day for more than a month without repeat.
Apparently St. Patrick’s Day for me is all about sparking the fire of obsession LOL.