Race Day Recap and Photo Challenge Wrap Up


Day 28 (My Gym) #shrinkingjeans

Day 29 (Virtual Race)

Day 29 (Virtual Race)

I couldn’t have asked for a better day, weather-wise. It was sunny and warm, with a nice cool breeze. A perfect summer day for a 10K. Except that I didn’t run 6 miles. I had been taking it easy all week in preparation for my 6.3 mile run this Sunday. And in my infinite wisdom I thought it would be a good idea to do a little kettle bell workout on Saturday. Annnnd that’s when I hurt my back. Strained muscle, nothing serious, but had me hobbled all day Saturday and definitely not in race-ready shape on Sunday. Despite this setback, I started out on my route, fully intending to do the 6, but my back had different plans. I suffered through the 3 miles then had to walk the 1.3 miles back to my car. Utterly defeated. Technically it could have been considered a Did Not Finish, but since it was a virtual 5K, 10K, or 1 mile fun run, I gave myself a 5K finish. Am I disappointed? Unfortunately yes. Is that cheating? I hope not – well cheating myself, I guess.

Ten weeks spent on that training. Ten weeks I (mostly) followed the training plan. Ten weeks of highs and lows and commitment and enjoyment and pain and fun. All thrown out the window because I did not finish the 10K.

My confidence is gone. I’m starting to think I cannot do the half marathon in October. I don’t even know if I want to anymore. Maybe I can defer my payment on the race to another race, maybe another 10K?

As Bobby, my wise and wonderful husband, would tell me, “this is a first world problem”. And he’d be right, of course. This isn’t necessary to my survival. This is a hobby, something I do for “fun”. I do this because this is how I want to spend some of my time. [Side note – other first world problems: venting on your blog, photo challenges, and kettle bell injuries]. I shouldn’t give up. I’ve had a setback, but I made a commitment and I ought to keep it.

So, no more pity party. Back in the big girl panties… I am starting a new training plan this week, and this week’s runs include two 5-milers and a 6-miler. Here’s my second chance I guess. Can I do it? Probably… Yes… I don’t know!!

OK…time to get a grip. I’ve got 15 weeks until the half. Plenty of time. Take a breath – the race isn’t this weekend. I honestly thought I was being smart, planning a 10k early in the summer to jump-start my marathon training. And it was a good idea. I’m there. I can do it, just because I didn’t yesterday doesn’t mean I couldn’t tomorrow. I can. And I will. Shake off the bad run and keep moving forward. Regroup and make a new plan.


Moving on to the last photo of the month! It’s supposed to be a Before/After of me, but since I never took a “before” photo, I had to come up with something else.

Day 30 (Before)

Day 30 (Before)

Day 30 (After)

Day 30 (After)










When all else fails, a snap or two of my D-Man always makes me feel better. He was the cutest puppy. Look at that beautiful puppy face. We thought he was so sweet and calm. Little did we know that he was all tuckered out when we met him. He’s 4 now and just as sweet, with a devilish side to him that I am both infuriated and amused by (most of the time).

I guess it’s time to get over my first world problems and make a new playlist, choke down a few ibuprofen, hug my puppy dog, and get my butt back out there. If anyone out there has any advice for me I’d love to hear it.


It Was the Best of Runs, It Was the Worst of Runs

Today was the virtual 10k that I signed up for back in January. I had to make the difficult and frustrating decision not to push for the 10k due to medical reasons. I have to listen to my body; I’m not 23 anymore. I have a mortgage and a job and bills. I know I’m not invincible. So I downsized to the 5k. I didn’t do any preparation for it – in that I didn’t run at all until today.

Race swag

Finisher’s medal, t-shirt, and swanky skin care swag

Today was bitterly cold. And windy. And icy. I’m lucky I didn’t break my coccyx. But I did it. I got out there and ran with the wind in my face. The whole time. At least that’s how it felt anyway. My legs were heavy, my pace was slow, but I ran and I finished and I was so proud of myself. I am proud of myself. I was nervous to get out there because I didn’t know what I was going to be able to do, but I figured worst case scenario I walk the 3.1 miles. Aint no thang. And my start and end point was the bagel place by the bike trail, so I was going to have my bagel and latte no matter what. That was my mantra when my teeth were chattering and the wind was freezing my brain: “bagel and latte, bagel and latte”. It seemed to propel me toward the finish line.


With my finisher’s medal and my pal Dio

5k results

I wish I could bottle the excellent feelings I have right now. While I was running I kept wondering what the hell I was doing. But now that I’m done I just feel really jazzed that I did it. And the fact that the weather was so brutal makes my victory all that sweeter. I am more motivated to get out and run than ever before. Now I know I can.

What’s on the agenda for the rest of this beautiful Sunday?

  • Netflix by the fire. I earned some well deserved couch potato time.
  • Laundry
  • Corned beef and Harpoon Long Thaw (seems appropriate today)
  • Hot tubbin’!!
  • NCAA Tournament Selection Show. Go UMASS!