Fast Starts and Crazy Slow Finishes

Tonight’s Thursday night running club was a hot one.  We warmed up before we got down to business and after just 3 minutes of jogging down the street, we were already sweating profusely.  My friend and I both got slower tonight than our first 4.1 miler a few weeks ago.  I blame the heat and my stomach bug, but at least I got my run in for the night even if it was slower than intended.  The whole time I was looking at my Garmin saying: Shit Shit Shit, Why am I going so Slow! 

After crossing the finish line, I sat my ass down on the street curb and tried to pretend that laying down on the grass isn’t Really what I wanted to do.  A tiny little old man came up to me somewhere in the age group of Senior Citizen and an obvious lifetime runner and our conversation went a little like this:
Man (in heavy unknown accent): you go out too fast, the hill is too hard to run so fast, slower next time and you do better! 
Me: yeah I know, I know.  I always go out too fast.  

I mean there were like 45 people there tonight and he was nice enough to give me some advice…was it nice or was it creepy?  I’m not sure yet.  10 seconds later a dude around my age approached me and said: Hi, I’m Chuck and this is my first time here, I’m new.  Immediately we got along very well, and he even said: You went out Really Fast.  I was like Yeah Yeah, I heard it once already.  The best part about this Chuck is that he tore his ACL last year and wears a brace the whole length of his leg so we’re basically the same pace, a wounded male and a middle of the pack female.  It says a lot for my running talents.  He’s going to join us for a Monday night group run with the same team, but only for 5K.  How great is social running?  I’m Really shy sometimes and I never thought that I’d be able to join a new group like this without knowing anyone.  It’s really worth all the sweat, running through the ghetto, swearing, and unsolicited advice.  I could probably live without people sitting on their stoops yelling stuff at me, or people almost running me over, but I’ll deal with that if I have to.

86 degrees
Distance: 4.1 miles
Felt: Unable to push
Craved: So Much Water

About Laura

Working mom trying to balance life and baby.
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