Recap of my run at the White Rock and Roll 5 mile race

I don't know why blogging is so hard for me; I think of millions of things to write about, most of those thoughts being generated AS I am running, biking or practicing yoga. Then it is hard to sit down and actually type them out. Saturday's run is a perfect example. I ran the White Rock and Roll 5 mile run and had lots of things I wanted to mention in a blog post, the afternoon rolled by, then all the sudden it was Sunday, then Monday and now it is Tuesday and I still haven't recapped my race. Ugh.

For what it's worth, here is my recap of the race.

I'll start off with saying I wore a pair of short shorts and the race technical tee. I'm not sure why I thought those shorts were better than the longer ones I have, it seemed like a good idea the night before. More on that later.  The race started out fine, we started off at the bottom of the hill near Winfrey Point and ran north  along the lake. At the mile marker I was at 9:50. I thought, whoa!, that is fast! Too fast as it turns out. I couldn't keep the pace. I ran to nearly the water station, got two cups of water and kept running...for about a minute. I was pooped!

As we rounded the corner I saw a guy running towards me with a number. Are you serious? Someone is running back ALREADY?! Ugh. Then I notice we are going to run up the same hill I ride my bike to go home from the lake. I hate this hill. I use to know a guy that would give me a hard time because I went up the darn thing so slowly, nearly staying still. It isn't even that big a hill, I just get whipped even thinking about it.

My goal was to look at the ground and just put one foot in front of the other until I made it to the top. I even told myself I could walk once I got to the top. Sometimes I am the worst self motivator. I ran half way up and stopped, walked for a bit then ran. Slacker.

After the hill we turned right and had a slight down hill with a good breeze. About this time I feel the rubbing of the insides of my legs and I remember why I have longer running shorts. It's not that my legs are enormous, though they are larger than I prefer, it's just that they touch each other. The only time I didn't have this issue was when I trained for my marathon, was training with a personal trainer 3x a week and eating right.

So as my legs are being rubbed raw, I am cursing myself for wearing short shorts, for having big thighs to begin with, for the fact that I didn't bring any chaffing cream and for the fact that my sweat is running down my legs and where my skin is raw it now stings like a mother!

I'm sure I looked a little funny tugging at the insides of my shorts trying to pull them down a bit. Reminds me a bit of the time I wore a cute outfit for Y2K only for it to be FREEZING and I spent the night huddled in a little ball freezing my A off.

The rest of the run was pretty much like the last few miles, a little running and a little walking. I did OK overall, I finished at 59:20, which is not a bad time for me, especially since I haven't been running that much lately.

The best part is the completion of this race marks the 6th event I have completed this year! Only 6 more to go in my Bike Run Yoga Challenge!