Oh my goodness, I’ve been terrible with blogging lately. It’s been over a month since I posted and I’m pretty sure in the blogging world that means I’ve fallen off the face of the earth at least 5 times. What can I say? Life gets busy and the last thing you want to do at the end of an abundantly busy day is type up a race report, training report, or a narrative of your busy day. I know, so many words, so many excuses.
I ran the St. Pete’s Halloween Race on…you guessed it, Halloween this year. It’s put on by my church, so it was a no brainer to add to my racing calendar. This is the first year of having this race, and I was impressed with how well organized it was! I’ve done plenty of Halloween races, and often there is a general theme of “lack of costumes” that occurs overall. I’m not a huge costume-y runner, but Halloween is the one exception I make on that rule. Costume it up, I say! This race, however, brought out some pretty clever and very costumed runners. Score!
The race course was pretty much the route I run everyday, which was weird in that I was now racing it instead of just strolling along with my normal daily thoughts. In a weird way, this kind of hurt my mental game because I knew where all the turns, changes in elevation, and my favorite pedestrian bridge was. Mental game was not strong in this race. Mental game was pootastic.
I found myself running in no man’s land for the majority of the race and I came up with a million and two reasons why I could permit myself to not try as hard. Maybe even a million and three reasons. But I tried my best for the day and finished in 21:35, good enough for 2nd OA and 1st in my AG.
My other bee partner in crime finished a hair over 25. And my monkey Dad (he didn’t put his ears or tail on until the start) finished in 33 and change. A family win of sorts. This is definitely a must-do race in the Greater Sandusky Area for next year. I’m just glad I had enough energy after to wrangle a baby into his Halloween costume and promptly fail at getting good pictures of said baby in said costume. Womp. womp.
At least we tried. And…moral of the story is now you know I didn’t fall off the earth 5 times. I’ve just been a terrible blogger!