Sunday, November 13, 2011

the view from back here

yesterday, i ran a race. it was my fifth race of 2011!! i have even registered for one more this year, which will make a total of 24 miles raced this year. now, i realize that some of you run all 24+ of your miles in one race. however, i find that if you spread those miles out over several races, you don't have to spend as much time in the ice bath afterwards. and? you end up with more race tee shirts!!

i took on a 10K trail run. now, i've run a 5K trail race and i've run a 10K road race, but i'd never combined the two before. it was definitely a challenge, given that this trail had a decent elevation, and eleventy billion roots and vines to avoid. i trained for it as best i could, averaging about 16 miles per week and setting my sights on a conservative, yet still challenging, pace.

now this would be a good time to remind you that i am not a fast runner. i really am okay with this - i recognize that my body is built for endurance and stamina, not speed. my running goals have never been to win the race. my running goals have always been to run each race just a little bit faster than the one before. the only other competitor in that particular race is me. and truly, i believe that no matter where you are in the standings, NOTHING beats the feeling of just crossing the finish line.

i'm always at the back of the pack, and that's really okay with me. but yesterday i got to experience something new. yesterday? i finished dead last.

last place!! the very last person to finish the race!!

can you imagine?

i knew from the start that i would probably finish in the back. this was a small race, and as i glanced around the other runners assembling at the start, it became pretty obvious that this pack was made up of Serious Runners. i'll admit, there was a moment when i considered just getting in my car and taking off. heck, i'd already picked up my tee shirt from the registration area. who would be the wiser?

but i really wanted to run this race. it didn't take too much of a self pep talk to get myself to the starting line. when you're not worried about "winning," it's a lot easier to just run. and so, i did.

and i finished dead last. but? i finished!! and i ran that race at the exact pace i wanted to run. and i felt strong and athletic. and i learned a few things along the way:

1) when you are in last place, you don't have to worry about running through any spider webs, because every other runner has already done that for you.

2) when you are in last place, you don't have to worry that your running attire isn't as fashionable and trendy as the other runners, because after you leave the starting corral, you will never see them again.

3) when you are in last place, you don't have to worry about someone saying "passing on the left" from behind you on the narrow trail.

4) when you are in last place, and you hear something crashing through the woods behind you, you don't have to question whether it's another runner or the Blair Witch. (obviously it's the Blair Witch, since all of the other runner's are already ahead of you!)

5) when you are in last place, you can really enjoy the scenery.

6) when you are in last place, the race volunteers really REALLY cheer you on!!

7) when you are in last place, everyone will know who you are!

i finished the race thirteen minutes behind the person who finished in front of me. by the time i reached the water and orange slices at the finish, most of the 5K runners had gone home. the other 10K runners were entertained with a raffle, but i'm sure many of them were ready for me to finish so the official results would be posted.

while they were handing out awards, i stretched and hydrated and gave myself a little pat on the back for finishing strong. so, imagine my surprise when i heard my name called across the PA system.

turns out, i won first place in my age group!! now, i was the ONLY person in my age group. but you know what, it still felt REALLY great!!

dead last. you should try it some time!!

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

a costume only a mother could love

i am a big fan of homemade Halloween costumes. in fact, my earliest musings revolved around making a costume for jack.

(sometimes those costumes weren't homemade by me. they were homemade by my sister. at the last minute. at my request. also? this would be a good time to pimp her new blog, dedicated to her pretty amazing costume making skillz.)

and then? then we hit the years of the "buyable" costumes. sigh. buying a costume did not resonate with me. but he loved it. (maybe because he never recovered from the Han Solo experiment?) i will admit, it was easier. and he was an awfully cute Iron Man. Snake Eyes. a Spy. whatever...

so, imagine my UTTER SHOCK when I received word that he was making his Halloween costume this year!! yes, i "received word" via text message, because I was lounging by a pool in Orlando at the time...

(pardon me... i just went back there in my memory for a second...)

there was truth to the rumour, however, and i am the PROUD mother of a PROUD child who made one of the, um, GREATEST costumes ever made.

what? you don't recognize Carmine from Gears of War? i'm shocked!!


i'm not a Gears of War fan, but HOMEMADE HALLOWEEN COSTUME!! made entirely of things we already had in our possession. GOOD: homemade BETTER: free

we had a great night of chili and trick-or-treating with kids-his-own-age in a neighborhood that looked like HGTV had dressed the set for a Halloween special.

it's not just the Reese's miniatures that are making me smile today...