I was a headcase the entire 5 miles.
Let me back up first.
Neither Hubby, nor my children, have ever watched me run a road race. In all fairness, there really haven't been all that many. And when I first started running, in 2007, I had a 2 and a 3 year old. Not exactly great ages to schlep to boring races.
So this past Saturday was going to be the FIRST TIME EVER that my family was going to see me run. I figured since I wasn't running with a friend, that this, seeing them at the finish line, would be all the motivation I needed to make it to said finish line with a fairly decent time (my goal was to run it under 50 minutes).
Except the phone rang at 8:48 a.m. To see if Eldest could play baseball up on AAA with the 9 year olds for a game at 9:00 a.m.
My race started at 10:00.
Instant chaos ensued, with Eldest scrambling to get into his uniform and me hastily throwing clothes at Middle and Baby to get them dressed. All 4 of them were out the door at 9:02.
And I was to go do my race alone.
Which I did.
The beet red face proves it.
But it was a totally different experience running without a friend. I had no one to stand with at the starting line. No one to make fun of the men in their shorty running shorts. (WHY??? For the love of God, WHY???)
And did I mention that I was hot? And that I had to pee?
And when there was water, I managed to choke on it. Which then made me cough. Which then may or may not have made me pee a little.
Thankfully it was so hot though that I could totally say it was SWEAT and NOT PEE.
Anyway, I just could NOT get into a groove. I felt like CRAP the entire race. I contemplated quitting. I contemplated walking.
But I did neither. I trucked on.
And then got into my car, blasted the air conditioning, took the above picture, and drove home...
...to my family who STILL has yet to see me run a race.