Bright and early on Sunday morning, I ran a 10K. That’s 6.2 miles. When I say early, I mean E-A-R-L-Y. I’m talking about I-had-to-use-my-iOS-7-flashlight-to-find-the-start-line early. Being in a park in the dark was definitely creepy – like Freddy Krueger creepy – but starting the race before dawn under a moonlit sky was pretty awesome. In fact, the entire race was a big bowl of awesome. Here’s a recap…by the numbers.
2: The number of 10Ks I’ve run in my lifetime.
12: The number of years since I ran the first one.
6: The number of hours I slept the night before the race. I had better intentions, but kids and dogs and dishes and all kinds of things get in the way of sleep. All the time.
2: The number of times I went to the bathroom at the park before the race. In an actual bathroom with toilet paper and a light and a sink (i.e. not a hole in the ground). Happy Mama!
2: The number of times I cried during the race thinking about Harry. Depressing, but 6.2 miles was a long time to be alone with my thoughts, especially at my pace.
11:13: My pace.
3: The number of times I listened to Katy Perry’s “Roar” during the last mile. I know. Enough already with “Roar,” but let me tell you, it’s a perfect song to listen to on the last mile of a 10K. Freakin’ perfect.
1:09:42: My official net time.
1: The number of glasses of wine I drank at the finish line. The race sponsor was a local bar. All runners got a free drink. At 8:30 in the morning. After running 6.2 miles and becoming slightly to drastically dehydrated. It made total sense at the time. An hour later, not so much.
17: My place out of 31 runners in my age category (35-39).
1:42: The time shaved off my last 10K race. The one I ran over a decade ago. Not a huge difference, but I was 25 years old when I ran that race. I was in my mid-twenties as opposed to my – gulp – late thirties. I was a baby! And now, well, now I have babies. Give a Mama a break!
13.1: The number of miles I’m contemplating running next. February 2014 Fort Lauderdale A1A Half Marathon, here I come?