This weekend was finally the Run Or Dye I have been training for.
Problem being that I, of course, in true Trisha fashion, somehow injured my left ankle and right knee a week and a half pre-race. I think the ankle came first, but the I ran again the next day and then both hurt.
To top it all off, we went to Montreal for a few days where we walked EVERYWHERE.
My ankle swelled and bruised and was all around beautiful.
So, running really did kind of feel like death.
Nonetheless, I still did manage to run a bit of the race. Just a bit though. And, as it turns out, the course was so horrendously muddy and hilly, most people weren’t running too much more than me. And others from our group apparently still managed to do the thing in under 20 minutes.
The place where the race was had only one way to it from the city. Traffic was horrendous. So, despite leaving for what is normally a 45 minute drive, it took us over 2 hours. And then we wound up parking in a field and taking a shuttle bus to the race site.
The problem was that almost the rest of our group ended up in a different lot and left without us in a different heat as a result of a big communication fail.
So, the Child and I wandered looking for the others and never found them. There were so many people. So. Many. And the starting point was like a corral. Like we were cattle being led to be milked or something. Nobody brought phones (except us) and it isn’t like we knew anyone’s number anyway. But, we did find another team member who was also misplaced (and stuck in traffic), so we did the course together.
The whole being left behind affair really did not help my insecurities and struggle to blend in with the church people outside of church. It just made me feel more left out when I had hoped that actually finally doing something with the women would help me feel more involved. Everyone was super apologetic that night at a bonfire and the next day at church. It really was just one of those circumstances that sometimes happen and two of the other forgotten people had been a part of the church and this group of friends for ages. It still felt like it was pointing out yet again that we aren’t fully “one of the gang.” And part of that is that we are both very aware of the fact that we don’t have as many close friends here while others all know each other well. And that when people are so “together,” even when they are being welcoming, you still feel a bit outside. Sadly, even as grown ups, we are still getting it together. So, sometimes, it feels like high school all over again. Nobody is perfect, that is why we need grace.
It would have been nice to at least start the race with everyone else in our group (because heaven knows I wasn’t keeping up with the 20 minute 5k people). But, as it turns out, people watching while corralled with a bunch of strangers is also entertaining. My favourite was a guy in a bunny suit. Yes… Full on rabbit. Totally made the loudness and masses of people better in my books.
Despite that, I still had fun. And made a new friend (the girl who was also left behind). We laughed about how out of shape we still are, despite trying to train for this. We tried not to break our necks going down muddy hills and cringed at the rare crazies who tried to run some of them. We became super colourful while rocking our cool team t-shirts without most of the team.
We pulled off the 5k in somewhere between 45 and 50 minutes. Nowhere near record breaking, but given the ski hillishness of the course, the mud and my aching ankle, I feel like that is okay.
What was cute was that our husbands came to cheer us on at our first “race.” Despite the fact it wasn’t really a race. The funny part was that they were scared of getting dyed and stayed really far away from the finish and missed us completely.
I still have some bright pink undertones under my right armpit. When I got home, I had an orange foot, a part green foot, and a bright pink chest and back. So charming.