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Wednesday, August 05, 2009

two in a row

At the 5K I ran the other week-end my lover played with my camera and enjoyed himself, so I decided to give him another go. Not wanting to interrupt the string of big runs again, I picked a little race on Saturday night - the inaugural Nob Hill run on former Route 66. It did not seem wise to do a race (even if only a 5K) less than twelve hours before a long run, but if it made the long run more difficult that would be good training.

It looked like a "let's have fun in Nob Hill" kind of race. The street was closed off, the music was playing, the mood was high. I wore the dark pink technical shirt I had won in a drawing at the last race. Even though I hate pink with a vengeance, I thought it would be good to try something new. I have not run before at night, or seen so many restaurants in a race before. It smelled of steak up and down the course. I did not have a good race. I walked a few times. I never walked in a 5K before. Felt lousy about it too.

In the end, I shook the feeling off. The race did not matter. What counted was the big run next day. We had ice cream and peaches that night. Next morning I ran eighteen miles, heat and tense muscles and all, and was content.


At 9:40 PM, Blogger Darrell said...

A night time 5K sounds like good fun. Why not enjoy it, even before the long run.

At 7:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

When you aren't used to running at night, it does make it harder. Your body is used to its morning runs! I did a midnight run on New Year's Eve one year - it was miserable.

Peaches and ice cream. . . yum! You've made me hungry now. :)


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