Saturday, November 26, 2011
I'm only missing the brown patches
I'm writing to you post Thanksgiving. I've survived the calorie intake bonanza and managed to steer clear of Black Friday. Some years I wake up in the wee hours with crusty eyes to push a shopping cart around the isles of Target but this year I didn't need anything. Or so I thought. Instead, I unknowingly passed the shopping torch onto my husband who left the house and went to Wal Wart and got us a new flat screen and blue-ray player at midnight. He said all of that sh*t cost about $49. I wouldn't doubt it.
Anyway, I neglected to mention that I ran a 5K on Thanksgiving morning. In our neck of the woods, we don't give our races turkey themed names on the BIG DAY, we give them horse themed names. I live in KY and just in case you were wondering, horses and cigarettes are king. I and several thousand others ran the local Thoroughbred Classic. I might slight them for the name but it's a heck of a race really. Well put on, cool shirts, lots of spectators. THE GOAL: To pace my friend Tami to a new 5K PR which would be aiming to be under 28:56. Short story - We line up, gun goes off, we reach the .5 mile point and we're covering some serious real estate at a 8:30 pace. We finished the race in 27:27, we started as we finished, out of breath and smiling in between grabbing at our sides. High five.
Anyway, that was big for me. I'm not famous for running 8 anything. I'm famous for having a bum right knee that I'm constantly coddling like a spoiled child. I've been patting myself on the back since Thursday for a race well run.
Legacy Trail, my marathon training ground.
Fast forward to today. I could feel a long run coming on since Friday. Wait, that was yesterday. I don't know about you but I get NUTS if I don't run long in about two weeks. I just do. My mojo gets ugly and so does my attitude. I get cranky and foul. I've had such a good thing going, my speed has really picked up so I thought I would enjoy a long run with some brisk pace on the side while leaving ITB behind for once.
Nom nom nom. My name is Coy and I'm a runner, err, I mean giraffe.
The run was great, I averaged in the 9's, which, for 14 miles can officially be labeled as "impressive". Although I felt great mentally, I had a hitch in my giddy up by the time I got back to my car. My left hip felt like it belonged to an 80 year old woman and I had a headache. Damn it. Half the time I was running I kept feeling as if I was giraffe. I lumber and am awkward and although do enough to survive, am in no way sexy, like say, a cheetah.
I get from Point A to Point B and that's it.
So, from now on, if you're wondering. Yes, I probably have some sort of running ailment that will slow me down but will not break my spirit. I have a Boston Qualifying brain and heart and legs that resemble that of a giraffe, going in a million different directions than the ones they need to be.