Early Morning
I got up early this morning for my half marathon. I had set everything out last night, so I knew that if I slept in a little, I’d still be okay. I usually get up around this time for my weekly run to yoga anyway. I’m going to miss my free yoga class at Lululemon today because of the race. Ironically enough, the yoga instructor today is the ‘running’ instructor who incorporates poses for runners.
Race Morning
I was feeling pretty good. I had gotten a good night’s sleep. I was injury-free. I got to eat my bagel. I got to the start line in plenty of time. I wasn’t too cold running in shorts. I was ready and raring to go!
As I started my race, I decided to go out fast out the gate. I don’t usually do that but I was feeling pretty good. I felt a little smug as I ran past people. I was able to keep up my pace for a long time. I would stop and take pictures of the scenery. I kept an eye on certain people to try to keep up with them after I’d take the picture.
The first time I looked at my watch, I mis-read it. I thought that it was an hour longer and I panicked. Then I re-read it and saw that I was doing a great job! I had visions of a new PB dancing in my head.
It wasn’t until mile 8 that I started to notice people passing me. It didn’t seem like I was running slower but apparently I was. What really bothered me was that I was getting passed by people I had written off as coming in much later than me.
As I reached mile 11, I really panicked. How could I suddenly be so behind? At this point, save a miracle, I would be lucky to finish anywhere close to my PB. I kept up my mantra, ‘you can rest once you hit the finish line, you can rest once you hit the finish line.’
I did one desperate burst at the end as I crossed the finish line. I did not do a PB. This was not my best time, nor was it my worst. It was mediocre. I was so emotional, I wanted to cry. How could everything be going so well and still end up as average?
I had a crappy time during my last half-marathon, but I had an excuse, I was injured and I could barely straighten my knee! The previous time, I wore ski pants that kept falling down. Today, I had near perfect conditions, I had no excuses.
Post Race Crash
I was so disappointed that I didn’t do better in this race. I had everything going in when I started but some how, I just couldn’t run faster. While I was running, I tried to come up with explanations. Well, you are getting older. But there were lots of others in my age category who ran faster than me. Then, I blamed my holiday weight gain. That wasn’t a good excuse either because there were several bigger runners that beat me.
After the race, I didn’t go home right away. I just aimlessly walked around downtown. I kept going over all aspects of the race. I felt so depressed. I have so many stresses in my life, like my long-term unemployment and running always presented something that made me feel better, made me believe that if I worked at something, I would see results. (In contrast to endless job applications that led to no where).
Preparing for School Presentation
I am volunteering for Junior Achievement tomorrow. The last presentation that I had done was for their pilot program. I usually have a briefcase with all of the materials but for some reason I could not find it. I looked for it for hours and have no idea what happened to it. This is yet another indication of how my excess clutter is affecting my life. This only added to my depressive state.
I have presented this school presentation many times so I knew that it wasn’t crucial to have the volunteer guide with me. Still, I sent an email to the Regional Manager to ask if there was an extra one she could bring for me. She responded right away. Now, I’ll have to go to the school early to make sure that I’m familiar with the new agenda.