In addition to obsessing over the weather and worrying about sharknados (check out this feeding frenzy in NC - no joke!), I am anxiously waiting to find out my bib number. There was a little debacle in my transfer from the half to the full which I have straightened out but don't know my number yet. The last number assigned was 665 so am hoping I am not 666. Normally not a good omen but, at this point, I think that would just be funny. I'll let you know!
In the past three weeks, I basically had two weekends of long rides and runs and then was right back into taper. That first week, I was cursing myself for jumping right back into another race. It felt like I was in remedial IM training. If there was a summer school equivalent to triathlon, this felt like it. I didn't *quite* get it done during the regular season so was doing extra credit to make it up. Strange feeling. I think mostly because in that last month or so before an ironman you keep telling yourself that if you can just get past this weekend you are done and it will be break time. Now I am going through all those emotions again. Serious deja vu. I finally unpacked all my gear from the race a week or so ago. Not sure why. I should have just let it sit there ready to go for the next one!
In other news, this weekend I ran a 5k. I also WON a 5k. I think there were 9 participants. It was a benefit for St. Jude Children's Center put on by a small gym down the street. I go there from time to time and needed to get a run in so thought I would support the cause. The race started at 8:00, I pulled into the parking lot at 7:45 and there were no signs of a race. No people milling about, no registration table, nothing. I sat there for a minute and finally saw a few people do into the building. I followed them in to register. I knew the race would be somewhat small but had no idea how small. In driving over I had not noticed any race signs or cones to indicate the route. In the pre-race chat, the race director seemed to be very specific about giving me directions so was getting worried about getting lost on the route. Luckily I was only a mile from home so worst case, I knew I could at least find the main road and get back to my car. I am a true survivalist. No bug out bag necessary. If the zombies come, I'm your girl. ha ha. Anyhow, we walk out to the start. "I'll say go and start my watch. The finish is that crack in the sidewalk there". One of the guys said a prayer and we were off. Let me tell you, this is the first time I have ever led a race (as you might have guessed) and it is a strange situation to be in. I kept thinking surely someone must be right behind me. Pacing is also weird because you don't have anyone to chase, you are just running. Anyhow. Long story short. I did not get lost. I ended up 1st overall and got quite the trophy for my efforts. I will say I was a little disappointed that there was no finisher's tape for me to break through. ha ha.