Wow, what a weekend! It wasn't long ago the Wednesday before Thanksgiving was a big drinking night at the bars in town, when everyone would get a chance to see high school friends they likely hadn't seen since at least last summer. This year, for me, my Wednesday night was a quiet one after dropping Ellie off at the airport. We had a relatively bad storm come through, so getting home was an achievement in itself. It was the kind of snow fall that remains snow on the grass, but on sidewalks and roads it melts, then gets slushy, then freezes overnight. Not the best running conditions...
Thursday morning I met my buddy Jon for our "trot to and from the turkey trot" trot (follow that?). We started about 5 miles away from the beginning of the race and battled some serious wind and icy sidewalks to get there. I'm still not sure how both of us made it all the way without falling. We joked along the way that people driving by were surely looking at us like we were complete idiots. We loved every step of it.
At the actual run, a 10K event, I ran 41:27. I was hoping to break 41 minutes, but considering the wind and everything else, I'm okay with my time. Jon and I then took off on another 5 mile jog back to our cars. It was wonderful to run with someone, as I've done 99.99% of my runs alone over the summer. I'm still smiling thinking about it.
Today, after doing everything I could in the previous 48 hours to gain 17 pounds of turkey, I planned to run a 15K event about an hour away. After a small alarm clock mishap (I forgot to turn it on), I was lucky enough to be woken up by my cat, Lilly, as she walked across my face. She aroused me just enough for me to open my eyes and realized it seemed a little too bright out for 5:30 a.m. A quick glance at my clock (6:47 am, and an hour drive to an 8:00 race) and I was moving. I had slept in the clothes I was going to run in (is that weird? I hope not...) so that wasn't a problem. Parsenn made a quick "drop off" outside while I brushed my teeth, and I was out the door. At times I was not obeying the posted speed limit, but I made it up to the race, jogged to the registration area, got my bib number, and jogged to the start line. I was so close on time I literally didn't have time to pin on the number, so it got stuffed into a pocket. And I'm off!
About 3 miles into the run, my legs felt sore, my stomach was a little upset with me, and I was working into a serious head wind that wasn't helping matters. I decided to recalibrate the goals for this run, from breaking 1:03 to just keeping a sub 7 minute pace. At mile seven my clock read 49:54, so I knew it was time to push if I wanted to get my new goal. I felt great down the stretch...the headwind was now a tail wind, the Gu I had slammed jogging to the start line seemed to kick in, and I finished up in 1:04:40 (6:56 pace). My reward? I got a block of cheese! Seriously! They were out of shirts, so I guess they'll be mailing that out to me at some point. In the meantime I'll have to settle for a block of cheddar in the shape of a turkey. Only in Wisconsin.
Two races in 4 days, and 2 PR's! Well, okay, it's the first time I've ever run a 10K or 15K, but I've never been one for such mundane details.