This weekend there is a 5k and 10k race in Owensboro. My friends are running it, and I should be running it. I really should run the 10k with Jackie and Kassi, and I want to, but…I haven’t signed up. I can run the 6.2 miles. And there is supposed to be an awesome pancake breakfast following the race, and I love pancakes. The temps are going to be in the 70s. That’s pretty perfect for a morning run. While I certainly don’t need another race t-shirt to add to my collection, I am rather proud of that collection, and it wouldn’t hurt to add just one more.
So, why the reluctance to register? At first it was because for a couple weeks, every time I ran I would run into (ha ha) stomach problems. I have no greater fear than being out on the road mid-run, and suddenly needing to find a bathroom. Along with that little issue, my left knee was also giving me some problems. It hurt. Not every run, but when it hurt, I just couldn’t continue to run. For the last week, both problems seem to have gone away. I ran six miles Saturday, and it felt pretty good. Today I ran eight miles after school, and though it wasn’t fast, it didn’t feel bad. Well, it felt a little bad in the middle when I suddenly had to pee. I was behind the floodwall on the greenway, and I began to obsess. Those are the times I wish I were a man. But I’m not, so I decided I just needed to make it another mile to my sister’s. Even if she wasn’t home, I know where she keeps her key. She was home, so I did my business, got a drink of water, checked out what she was cooking for dinner (if it weren’t turkey burgers, I might have stayed), and ventured on. I managed to get my eight miles in; I didn’t feel like the rock star I had hoped to feel like, but I did it – after working all day, I might add.
So, it seems my excuses for not running the 10k are pretty much invalid at this point. So what is really holding me back? Pride. Ugly, ugly, immature pride. I have run a 10k before. I was in better shape then. I ran rather fast. I happen to have a spreadsheet of Gary’s and my race times that I always refer back to before a race, and I know that I cannot run Saturday at the same pace I ran my last 10k, and that will piss me off. I know that a reasonable person would run for the sake of running a fun race with her girlfriends and enjoying some breakfast afterward. A reasonable person would run because it is going to be 70 degrees in March, and we just never know what the temps will be around here anymore. I am not really reasonable.
In the end, I will probably sign up. I know that I will enjoy the race with my girlfriends, and I will happily devour some syrup-soaked pancakes and make up for all the calories I burned. I will be proud that I complete 6.2 miles because that in itself is something to be very proud of. Isn’t it?
