Ok, so here’s how it all went down the day before the race:
Friday 10/30: 5k Eve.
For some reason (that I seriously regretted later), I decided not to work out in the morning. I was so wicked exhausted that morning and so I told myself I’d run after work. Harmless enough. But this put me in a major funk all day at work. It should’ve been a pretty good day. First of all, it was Friday. I was in my Red Riding Hood costume for a work Halloween party. But all day, all I could think about was how I hadn’t run yet. I was tempted to just leave work and go running. I counted down the minutes until I could leave.
When I got home after work, I still had so much to do. Besides run and weight train, I had to bake like a fiend. The upcoming holiday weekend involved a few different shindigs and I wanted to bring goodies to every one. I LOVE to bake and I LOVE the holidays, so I couldn’t just not bake goodies. After baking and crafting (for a monthly craft group I belong to), I finally got to working out. It was 6:30pm and The Boy was coming over for an 8:15 college football game that we had tickets to. I planned to work out and then shower and be ready when he got there. After lifting weights, I headed to the fitness center in my apartment complex to hit the treadmill. I wasn’t expecting the 1 treadmill to be occupied at 7:00pm on a Friday night, but alas it was. Instead, I hit the streets for a chilly 2.3 mile run before rushing home for a shower.
It was gonna be one of those showers where I didn’t wash my hair, but since I stupidly had left the faucet in shower mode, my head got almost totally doused with cold water when I turned the water on. Great. Even though I was all wet, I still didn’t wash my hair. Sweaty and wet…eek. I rinsed off, got dressed, and The Boy and I headed to the game. I was freezing but just wanted to get there and spend some QT with him in his element.
Thanks to The Boy, I am starting to understand how football works, so I was able to follow along during the game. But if I wasn’t following along, I was burrowing my head into The Boy’s lap to try to stay warm. We stayed until halftime and then left. (The Boy had given me this option since he knew I had pre-race jitters).
So many pre-race nerves!
The Boy is so good to me. I was probably in a mood all night, mostly because I was SO nervous for the next morning’s 5k. He puts up with my moods. I just love that Boy.
Stay tuned for the 5k Race Day reflections!
Memoirs of an Average Runner 