So this weekend was this pretty popular race thing in the NOLA area. Its called the Crescent City Classic (CCC) and I swear everybody and their momma runs/walks it. Anyways, I haven't done it in a few years so I was super excited, especially since I am in "must get rid of flab" mode. All week before the race I checked the weather. It was to get cooler overnight from Friday to Saturday BUT Saturday it would be GORGEOUS for the classic. Sunny and a high of like 72 *whoohoo*.
Then Saturday happened and I remembered I live in South Louisiana and the weather has a mind of its own. I woke up at the @$$ crack of dawn..actually before the sun came up...and it was hot as Hades, "hmmm, that's odd". So I got ready and headed to meet my race buddy. It started raining 1/2 way to her house, "WTF, no no no bad mother nature!" I was running early (go me) so I stopped to get a breakfast bar thingy and use the potty. While in said potty I am 99.9% certain I walked in on someone doing a line of cocaine, "Um, morning...". Now it is raining steadily (but still effing hot).
So we get to the start area and mother nature says "muahahaha, you all shall die" or something of that caliber as she proceeds to blast us with frigid winds and more rain...not hard just misty/drizzly and freaking annoying. What is happening?!?!? What happened to sunny and 72???? As we waited for the race of 40,000 people to begin we all stood in our corrals jumping around and bouncing trying to stay warm. All I have to say is THANK GOD I grabbed a light jacket. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing.
*starting pistol fires* And we are off. Run, run, run. Did I mention I haven't worked out or done anything more than walk in my hood in over a month because of a knee injury? Yea, I am smart. Anyways, I apparently think I am super woman. I ran about 2/3 of the race. It is a 10K. I ran for more than 4 miles! Granted for 1/3 I was walking but I was SPEED WALKING. That may seem like a piss in the wind to some of you but when you haven't run a race in 3+ years and haven't worked out in over a month that is IMPRESSIVE in my book.
Now while we were running apparently there was a "cool front" coming through (hey, mother nature! Don't you know its April!?), hence the stupid rain/wind. As we turned down Decatur the wind was in our faces...we were running into the f**king wind, a 10mph COLD wind. FML! I couldn't keep going, I couldn't catch my breath, I thought I was going to die. Then we turned onto Esplanade Ave and I was good, not as good as my racing buddy but good (well aside from the "my uterus is trying to escape" pain). She went ahead while I contemplated just walking the remainder. Then an elderly man passed me and my carefully hidden competitive side kicked in (not competitive with him, with myself) and said "you wuss, he is probably in his 70's...RUN!" So I did and it felt great. Until the rain got REALLY heavy. Like, "oh look I am a drowned rat" heavy. I slowed down to a speed walk. All I kept thinking is "I will slip and it will be bad". Then a group of frat boys jogged passed me dragging a wagon with a cooler and speakers. All of them were drinking beer and handing out jello shots. "Son of a b***h!" So I ran near them the rest of the race, well I walked some but usually caught up to them. At least I had music (I forgot my ear buds).
I was so proud of myself until I woke up Sunday. *relaxed sigh* Happy Easter! Then I tried to get out of bed and almost fell on the floor. "OMG someone lit my thighs on fire!!!!" My legs were freaking sore! So sore that I decided to forgo wearing my new wedges with my dress...I wore FLATS! That is insanity for vertically challenged me. But it was just my quads, the rest of me was perfectly fine, a little sore but normal...my quads were like "WTH were you thinking woman?!?"
But that is my motivation! I will get to the point where I can once again run most of a 10k and not want to murder someone the next day. And yes I stretched before and after, I am just out of shape hahaha. Also note, that running with cramps (not runner's cramps) sucks big donkey d**k! It is official, my body hates me!
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