I’ve ran races in the evening before. Not a problem.
Considering my track record of being the biggest klutz of all time, I must have been concussed when signing up for this thing. It’s the only explanation.
Actually, there’s another one.
It was my roommate’s first 5k. And what better race to start out with than one that requires glow sticks?
Totally brings me back to high school. My friends and I thought they were so cool to wear on road trips (because there are SO MANY PEOPLE to see you while driving on a gravel road in the middle of nowhere). Or thrown in a Bacardi bottle because it was preeeetttttyyyy.
Now that I think about it, that was really dangerous. What if the glow stick leaked? I’m sure there’s something on the package about not digesting the contents inside the tube.
I was living on the edge and didn’t even realize it.
Wait… something shiny… what?
Oh yes… So the Firefly 5k…
Bailey’s reasoning behind wanting to try a 5k was basically “there’s no reason why I can’t” and I’m so proud of her because she rocked it!
Especially since it was a rough course. Definitely not an “in it to win it” kind of race. Because you will hurt yourself.
Word to the wise? This would be a good street race. The random holes or loose gravel in the trail were seriously dangerous. Because the only warning you got was if the person in front of you said something as they almost sprain their ankle or bite it.
Plus, my legs still are kind of angry at me for last weekend’s half marathon.
And I really just wanted to see Bailey finish. So we ran it together. The whole way. No stopping. I felt like such a proud lil’ mama.
I don’t know my official time. Because, for some reason, it’s not in the results. Which is weird and mildly annoying. My chip must have been defective? However, since Bailey and I were together, I’ll assume it would have also been just over 31 minutes.
Yeah. Her first 5k in 31 minutes. Nailed it!
(Oh and we still have the blinking arm bands. Who wants to go rage?!?!)
Clearly we had to go out and celebrate afterwards.
You’d think we’d be tired. But you’d be thinking wrong.
Our victory outting lasted until the wee hours of the morning and ended with a lil’ party at our pad at 3:30 in the morning.
So you can understand why I’m a wee bit tired still on this Monday morning. The marking of a good weekend.