I was running on behalf of my "other" family, who had a tent sent up and so gave me a race entry. I run a lot. hundreds of miles a month. Yet, I have been injury-free since 2006. I like to take credit and say it is because I do hot yoga, intrinsically listen to my body and never run through pain. And yeah.......it IS part of that. But, come on, I have bunions and scoliosis - I am basically an injury in running shoes. My saving grace is my magnificent team and their marvelous hands.
As I was on the massage table getting my regular routine, I saw a fast looking girl wearing a track and field shirt. People who wear track and field shirts never fail to be fast. I immediately decided that she would win the race.
And she did - but I enjoy and appreciate a good race - it keeps it exciting.
She took the early lead the first mile but I felt really good. I only glanced down at my Garmin once - towards the middle of Mile 1. It said "6:02." It felt fast but also effortless.
Right after that first mile, I found myself behind her - this is my favorite spot because you get to control the pace. But she slowed to let me pass and I found myself in that common conundrum of whether I should make the move. My legs would not slow down so I passed.
At Mile 3, I let her pass me back. She got ahead of me and remained ahead of me - although I was able to not let her gain much distance, I couldn't dig it out of my legs to catch her.
At the end, I was doing that floppy weird thing with my hands that shows I am fatigued, but I still felt relatively unscathed for the end of a 5K.
I came in second place by a handful of seconds (19:06). It is a very average 5K time for me but I am okay with that. Brenna quickly claimed my award as her own, so obviously she was with it, too.
And yes - yes that is a bag of chips in her hand, which should not be surprising since it was a SALSA FESTIVAL. While I was enjoying my speedy competition, another race was going on behind me:
The kids, especially Hayden, were pretty crabby during this whole event. After the race, we went home to change and let the kids recover (because sitting in a stroller can be exhausting) and then returned for our "complimentary" entry. This included a margarita and unlimited chips and salsa.
Even though chips and salsa are one of Hayden's favorite foods (second only to hot dogs), there were very few moments spared of whining and complaining. Admittedly, the conditions were not ideal: it was hot (upper-90s) and uncomfortably crowded.
Eventually, things were calmed when the kids each got an ice cream and I got a margarita. Brenna and I walked around in our matching running skirts and pink tank tops. She also experienced her first porta-potty. Multiple times.
But it didn't take long for my margarita to spill and for the kids' ice cream to melt. So that concluded our day at the salsa festival.