About a year ago, Chocolate and I had the following conversation:
On The Way To School
Chocolate: Mom, guess what?
Me: No idea. Spill it.
Chocolate: I have 4 girlfriends.
Me: [Leerily] Ohhhh really.
Chocolate: Yep. [He lists their names]
Me: You know that you are far too young to have girlfriends, but if you do, you have to ask them first, you can’t just assume.
At the end of the day I picked him up and he sluggishly plopped into his seat. “Mom,” he lamented, “I only have 2 girlfriends”.
Ahhh, behold the power of expectations.
It’s funny, I went into Sunday’s race with ZERO expectations. My long hair don’t care attitude let me do something I don’t do very well – relax. Since I have
a slight the innate and incessant tendency to be totally Type A – I usually go into every race with some sort of goal, a fixed mindset and put it all out there.
This time was different. I still felt like throwing up when we pulled up to Long Beach, but I pinned on that bib number not really knowing what would/could happen. What happened was super fabulous.
#RunChat Around mile 4 I noticed I was pretty step by step with a guy and he was shooting to run a 1:45 so I decided to stick it out with him. For about 4 miles we talked about goals, races, etc. until he realized his slump was more of a tank and he told me to take off, so I did.
I caught up with this lady for about a mile or so.
And then at mile 12 I stumbled upon a guy who was starting to walk. I came up beside him and said, “You didn’t make it this far to walk, let’s go. You’re going to beat me.” We ran side by side until about 1/4 mile out. I told him when we hit the last turn he had to run and sprint it out. Sprint he did and we finished a few seconds apart (he won).
Course Support (Better than a good sports bra) I was that obnoxious runner yelling at the crowd support. I cheered super creative things like, “Yay course support!”. And when people were standing Starbucks in hand around looking uber bored waiting for someone I would just yell “Yay coffee!” as I ran by. Usually they laughed, perked up and then remembered it could be worse- they could be running – and started cheering other runners.
Skippy Jones You know how the announcer at larger races stands reading everyone’s name? Well when he got to mine I decided to start fist pumping and might have even done some awkward hop-skip thing. So he kept egging me on, I bit and had the most super fun finish ever. Take that awful finish pictures from last year!
Why? Because I was having the most fun I’ve ever had racing…and probably a fabulous runner’s high.
Given I haven’t run more than 4 consecutive sub-8 minute miles in over 6 months, I’m surprised I didn’t wake up wanting to cut off my legs. Monday morning I woke up a little tight, but did not feel post-race crappiness, and I honestly think it’s because I dove in sans expectations and just let my body relax and do it’s thing instead of fighting against itself.
This is a huge lesson for my Type A self. Time to let go a bit. That is, until I set my next goal, right?!
Tell me about one of your recent life “ah ha” moments (fitness or not).
Have you ever made a scene at the finish line?
What’s the best course support you’ve ever seen?