Racing for What Again?

I've been a little late reporting on Saturday's race, so I'm going to pour it out now. While I would love to say I've been recovering from the race the past few days, that would be a complete and total lie :) I spent the majority of the weekend hanging out with family and my God children. I brought down the house on the Connect (is it with a K?). It's funny because my B.F.F. actually practices in the hopes of beating me one day ( I don't own an Xbox) but it will never happen. One time we had a dance battle and she was doing really well, then her boyfriend dimed her out and mentioned how she practiced the same dance over and over again for the past week. I have a little secret though..... my baby sister (Curl Meets World) teaches my older sister and I all of the latest dance moves whenever she comes into down. That's right. I know how to Dougie, Jerk, do the Boot, Lean wit' it and Superman (just to name a couple). So Whenever My B.F.F. sets up these dance offs, I kill it. I'm sure we both look ridiculous but at the end of the day my scores just have to be higher than hers. Kind of like when running from a bear, you don't have to be FloJo, you just have to be faster than the guy next to you hahahahahaha.

The Race:
Distance: 10K
Difficulty: Hills (meh)
Time: 58:03
Place in Age Group: 5th
(Apparently all the runners slept in)

Back on topic. So Friday night I spent the night over my sister C.M.'s  house in preparation for the race or just to catch up on our shows. The Jury is still out :) I guess it was pretty fruitful because we ended up doing Yoga at 1:00 AM and I totally stretched out my poor neglected muscles. While I'm sure some of you have heard me diss Yoga.... it... felt..... amazing! I hate stretching and it's a great way to trick myself into doing something I despise. I'm not saying I'm going to join a sweat Yoga class any time soon, but I'm definitely thinking about picking up a 20 minute DVD. I think we only got about 4 hours of sleep that night and man I really didn't want to get out of bed!

Either way we got up and made it to the race just as the the horn blew. The race really didn't seem that bad at first. The first mile went by really fast (some idiot thought it would be cool to run the first mile at a 7:30 pace) and my music really had me going. I spent the majority of the time trying to swerve around people and possibly lip-syncing to One Republic. After the first mile we ran into neighborhood hills facing directly into the sun. I mean typically it wouldn't really bother me but...... the race organizers neglected to put up mile markers! How insane is it to have no idea where you are exactly and how far you have left? I felt like I was just repeating the same damn mile over and over again. Elementary school, house with blue shutters, Minivan, house with green shutters, barking Pomeranian. Over and over again,people!

I definitely had a mini-battle with another racer, too. You know when you're both running and kind of leap frogging each other. Did I mention it was a middle-aged, sweaty man that apparently lost his shirt along the course. Nothing like catching a sweaty man-boob and nipple in your peripheral vision. It was absurd! Every time I thought I had left him in the dust, his nipple would slip up on me like a horrible remake of Jaws or something!Ultimately I did out run him but the damage to my retinas is probably permanent. By time I made it to the last half mile, I was totally ready to get it over with. I even did that thing where I find this pint up energy to sprint the last leg of the run. I always feel so stupid! It's like I'm reliving my days as a sprinter. How crazy do I look crossing the finish line like I just finished a 100-meter dash. I'm surprised I didn't start jumping imaginary hurdles. Well  anyway, I totally ended up with some chaffing (I bet FloJo's thighs don't rub raw.....) and I wouldn't be surprised if it was a result of my magical sprint. All and all the race was OK, but I was a little disappointed with my time. I'm a person who likes to see instant results so it's crazy knowing that it's going to take time to get my body into gear with distances. I'm signing up for a 4th of July race so hopefully I'll see some improvement. Well I should probably go do something productive with my day like clean or stand over my husband's shoulder while he cooks (:P).

Stay Classy :)

Getting Worse

It's about an hour after the flat iron discovery and it's officially gotten worse. I had to put my hair back into oh so classy french braids but my morning seemed to be going better. I even remembered my iced coffee in the mason jar.

Classy Jar to Compliment My Classy Braids

Then it happened, I open the front door and I'm greeted with rain. No big, I'll just sprint to my car which happens to be all the way at the end of the driveway. Keys and Bug in hand, I go for it. As I run up and start clicking the unlock button I reach for the door ...... Still locked. Maybe I pressed the wrong button? That's cool I'll just try again. Ehhhhh! Still wrong. Finally, I decide to unlock it manually (gasp) and I end up setting off the alarm. I'm pretty sure my neighbors now thoroughly hate me. Before it was an almost hate and now it's concrete. Eventually the coffee kicks in and I start the car, silencing te alarm for the time being. Im assuming my dead keys have something to do with a huge auarium magnet some one got yesterday for father's day but this is only speculation. So now I'm running ( actually walking slowly after all most busting my butt on the wet daycare floor) to work with slave-trade braids and semi- wet clothes. I've decided to spend my metro commute writing this entry and focusing on my ever so important playlist. Studying can totally wait( rolls eyes)! Side note: why is it that I get annoyed when people sit by me and the metro is semi empty but I get even more pissed when I'm one of the last people to have a seat partner? It's like when they don't sit by me they're saying" I'd rather take my chances sitting by the crazy metro bum than sitting next to the splendid young woman with the scowl". I'll stop ranting now.