K and I set out for our first run together in a while. We didn't go with any particular plan, other than just see how we were feeling and gauge from there how far we would go. It was a wonderful run, we had some moments there where we were going faster than our normal little shuffle and could have passed for real runners. That being said, I did have a few times where I had to pull back because I was having some breathing issues, but that is to be expected when I'm still trying to kick the bronchitis and when we were talking up a storm. K had to tell me to stop talking and/or walk a few times because it was clear that I couldn't both run and chat when I started having the breathing problems. Then around mile 4 it started to rain, at first it was a nice little mist, but then it really started coming down. I know that some of you live in parts of the country where running in the rain is a fact of life, but around here not so much. So we considered it a pretty bad ass moment to run in the rain. Plus, we really didn't have any other choice seeing as we were fairly far from the cars. We did decide that it was a failure to plan for it on our part. We need to wear some visors or caps next time it rains so we don't have raindrops dripping down our noses, and messing with my glasses. Also, I really need to go ahead and get fitted for contacts because glasses and running don't really go together all that well. Anyways, I managed to get my run in and run out the anger from yesterday.
Alright, yesterday's race was a disaster. I have had enough time to get over the anger from yesterday. I got to the location and when was parking my car a group of runners were leaving which I found odd. They told me that the race was running behind schedule. I got my stuff together, picked up my race number and decided that I would wait and see how delayed they actually were. The 5K was supposed to go at 8, and the 10K was to go at 8:30. At 8:30, no one was lined up for the 5K, they still hadn't gone when I ended up leaving at 9. I left... why you ask. Well, it was Thanksgiving and I promised my husband that I would be home at a reasonable hour because we had to be at his family's get together at 2. There was no way that I was going to make it home at a reasonable time if they still hadn't started the 5K at 9. This race was already a point of contention at home, and the last thing I needed to do was push it and really start a fight by coming home really late. I was mad yesterday. I was mad at the race people because of the lack of organization, I was mad that I had to leave, I was mad because I really wanted to do it. I was also mad because the person whom I was supposed to run with was sick, she really couldn't help that but I had the anger ball rolling at that point. I was a pissy b*tch. That being said, everything happens for a reason, as if I wasn't getting enough signs that I wasn't meant to do the race, my car stalled out on the way to the race. I was joking with K later in the day that it just meant that I wasn't meant to do races without her, she agreed.