There should be more races on Friday mornings. I'm enchanted with the idea of racing on a Friday morning, for some reason, I've been looking forward to this little 5k for a month. And this is my AWESOME weekend -
Tuesday: called my aunt, as the race is near her house, and I'm hoping I can spend Thursday night with them. I visit them quite often but haven't been here for awhile, and when Leslie, my kindergarten cousin answers the phone, she bubbles "ALYIE!!!! when are you coming to stay with our family again?" I've never felt so loved. My aunt isn't there, so I talk to Jillian - a senior in high school, and on the XC team - and she assures me that "I'm sure you can come spend the night, I'll run with you if I'm not too tired from our meet Thursday."
Wednesday: I finally get to talk to my aunt, who says very sweetly that they'd love to have me, and what time should I expect you?
Thursday: I'm done classes at 10:45 (for the week, I don't have any Friday classes). I volunteer at a middle school XC meet with some other members of my running club, which is WICKED fun. I get to Augusta around 8pm, sneak up to Leslie's room to see if she's still up. She is, with headphones on, listening to Charlotte's Web on tape. She squeals when she sees me, gives me a hug, asks if we can play LIFE tomorrow after school, and then tells me "okay, I need to go to bed now, I'm almost done with the book and it's a really good part." I don't know whether to laugh or cry: I've been trumped by Charlotte and Timpleton and Wilbur. I have a bedtime snack, show Cricket (aunt) and Jillian how to use the foam roller (they think it's awesome, and now want one, for ski season), and am in bed at 10'oclock.
Friday: Wake up, warmup, race:
50 min w/u
5k race - 20:56 (6:20, 6:45, 20:06, 0:50)
20 min c/d
Third place female (got my tail kicked, winning women's time was 19:05), started out on a big downhill with the lead guys because I like running with nice looking runner boys. They had a police car for the part before you got on the rail trail ("COOL!" I said, "I want to catch it," one of the guys said "five bucks if you do," I laughed, "find me after"), cousin cheering at the corner as I fell into my stride, the second mile pretty flat along the railroad bed and it's cool, the sky's a pretty gray, out to the turnaround - ten minutes, okay, nice but you'll have to go back up the hill. My legs are good, smooth, if you could only see me run - I'm thinking about the hill as I go back and left-turn the corner, I've been thinking of the hill and already cursing at it the whole race but as I hit it, relax like Suzanne and I like it - now I think I could've pushed more on it, but I didn't die going up it. Finish, run back and out through town, laughing at how much I'm enjoying this outside, these tall buildings, like a CITY!
It's just so COOL to race on a Friday morning. Rest of the day and not necessarily in this order: study, swim and or water run, go to Leslie's school to surprise her and have lunch with her, and play on the playground for recess!!!!!!!! (I'm 21 going on 2), play LIFE with Leslie and read to her, go to Reid's (sophomore in HS) soccer game if it doesn't rain.
Saturday: not sure, probably studying and a little of each swim bike run.
Sunday: a trail race - I THINK - I need to get details on this, like "how long is it." Later, going to the Jordan Pond House with running club friends - and my brother (I love my brother more than anything else in the world). For those of you not familiar with the island - the Jordan Pond House has POPOVERS! and I get to see my running family. And the ocean (which does not exist at school).
Happy Friday :D
maybe she's born with it, maybe it's chlorine
If you're injured and need some sympathy, PM me and I'm very happy to write back.
disclaimer: PhD not MD
Tuesday: called my aunt, as the race is near her house, and I'm hoping I can spend Thursday night with them. I visit them quite often but haven't been here for awhile, and when Leslie, my kindergarten cousin answers the phone, she bubbles "ALYIE!!!! when are you coming to stay with our family again?" I've never felt so loved. My aunt isn't there, so I talk to Jillian - a senior in high school, and on the XC team - and she assures me that "I'm sure you can come spend the night, I'll run with you if I'm not too tired from our meet Thursday."
Wednesday: I finally get to talk to my aunt, who says very sweetly that they'd love to have me, and what time should I expect you?
Thursday: I'm done classes at 10:45 (for the week, I don't have any Friday classes). I volunteer at a middle school XC meet with some other members of my running club, which is WICKED fun. I get to Augusta around 8pm, sneak up to Leslie's room to see if she's still up. She is, with headphones on, listening to Charlotte's Web on tape. She squeals when she sees me, gives me a hug, asks if we can play LIFE tomorrow after school, and then tells me "okay, I need to go to bed now, I'm almost done with the book and it's a really good part." I don't know whether to laugh or cry: I've been trumped by Charlotte and Timpleton and Wilbur. I have a bedtime snack, show Cricket (aunt) and Jillian how to use the foam roller (they think it's awesome, and now want one, for ski season), and am in bed at 10'oclock.
Friday: Wake up, warmup, race:
50 min w/u
5k race - 20:56 (6:20, 6:45, 20:06, 0:50)
20 min c/d
Third place female (got my tail kicked, winning women's time was 19:05), started out on a big downhill with the lead guys because I like running with nice looking runner boys. They had a police car for the part before you got on the rail trail ("COOL!" I said, "I want to catch it," one of the guys said "five bucks if you do," I laughed, "find me after"), cousin cheering at the corner as I fell into my stride, the second mile pretty flat along the railroad bed and it's cool, the sky's a pretty gray, out to the turnaround - ten minutes, okay, nice but you'll have to go back up the hill. My legs are good, smooth, if you could only see me run - I'm thinking about the hill as I go back and left-turn the corner, I've been thinking of the hill and already cursing at it the whole race but as I hit it, relax like Suzanne and I like it - now I think I could've pushed more on it, but I didn't die going up it. Finish, run back and out through town, laughing at how much I'm enjoying this outside, these tall buildings, like a CITY!
It's just so COOL to race on a Friday morning. Rest of the day and not necessarily in this order: study, swim and or water run, go to Leslie's school to surprise her and have lunch with her, and play on the playground for recess!!!!!!!! (I'm 21 going on 2), play LIFE with Leslie and read to her, go to Reid's (sophomore in HS) soccer game if it doesn't rain.
Saturday: not sure, probably studying and a little of each swim bike run.
Sunday: a trail race - I THINK - I need to get details on this, like "how long is it." Later, going to the Jordan Pond House with running club friends - and my brother (I love my brother more than anything else in the world). For those of you not familiar with the island - the Jordan Pond House has POPOVERS! and I get to see my running family. And the ocean (which does not exist at school).
Happy Friday :D
maybe she's born with it, maybe it's chlorine
If you're injured and need some sympathy, PM me and I'm very happy to write back.
disclaimer: PhD not MD