I bought my very sports bra today.
It was as bad as any other bra shopping experience to date with the added pressure
of jogging in the dressing room to check out that it was capable of doing it's "job".
It was part of my pre-race ritual...
Yes I said the word RACE.
A word that until today in my vocabulary only meant to specify:
a group of persons related by common decent or heredity.
Tonight it will mean something totally different.
It will mean "Onward movement"
It is only 1.1 miles in honor of 11/11/11.
I am not honoring it...the race people are,
But my friend Joy signed me up and said that I could do it.
And it is the shortest one that I have heard about.
It makes my stomach feel funny.
So I have dedicated the day to it.
I don't know how the running "pro's" do it but being such a novice.....
Here is my schedule....
10:00 woke up....slept in for that extra energy or maybe because it's cold outside
10-11 Laid in bed with the covers over my head wondering "WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THINKING"
11:00 Power breakfast of a Life cereal bar since my blender was dirty. I forgot to turn on the dishwasher last night because I was wondering "WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THINKING" and I didn't want to waste any more needed energy.
11-12 Edited photos until I realized that I was getting a crick in my neck....stopped immediately and wondered what the "pros" do about that.
12-1 Went to Wal-Mart to buy jogging clothes and all important jogging bra. Stopped at Sonic for the also all important Route 44 Diet Coke with Cranberry and Extra Ice. Told my Sonic friend Margarita at the drive through window that I was running my first race tonight. The language barrier did not allow me to fully explain it to her and so we just smiled and she said "Be Careful"....good advice, I think.
1-2 Ate Sushi and think about if that is what the "pros" eat.
2-3 Write this post.
3-4 Change in to oddly uncomfortable newly purchased running clothes and think, "WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THINKING???"
Every since my children left the nest I have been trying to do things that take me out my comfort zone. I have found that it is the only way to really be happy.
I had gotten so used to being a mother that I forgot what it was like to do something totally new
I guess that's what I was thinking....
Wish me luck
Cuz here I go!
P.S. I love this picture. I was at the Chinese Long Boat Races in Sugar Land and there was this crowd of children ready to give a demonstration of their karate skills. All of the children were wound up and excited and playing and laughing.
This little girl was so focused, she blocked everything out.
She was going through her routine in her mind.
She was so focused.
I wanna be just like her.