I want to be the “Hot Girl”…
My journey to not be invisible and overlooked anymore! And as big as I am (was) I shouldn’t be invisible…
Posted grneyedmustang on November 24th, 2012 | Filed under running
So last weekend, I ran my third race. There were MANY lessons learned behind this race. I’m trying to laugh and shake it off because I didn’t do as well as I should have.
So now, please have a laugh at my expense.
Issue number 1 - The glow run was a good idea for a “fun run” but I tried to make it a serious run. Running with a lot of glowy flair is fun if you’re not taking it seriously. My glowy flair kept getting tangled up with my mp3 player, was in my way, and generally pissed me off. By the end of the race I was done with all my glow sticks, necklaces, earrings, whatever. LOL.
Issue number two - I’m tall, and when I order tee shirts, I generally order mens shirts because women’s shirts usually aren’t long enough and don’t cover my main problem area - my tummy. Well, against my better judgement, I ordered the women’s shirt anyway (I like the way the shirt was cut) and decided I was going to try and be “cute” in it. One of my friends saw one of my pre race pictures and said my tee shirt looked like a sports bra because it was so tight and short. Ha Ha Ha! Which brings me to issue number three…
Issue number three - So since my shirt was an extra medium, I decided to wear a girdle because I wanted to be cute in my race pictures. Don’t ask me what crack I was smoking, thinking that it would be a good idea to run 3.1 miles in a girdle. Vanity definitely got a hold of my brain before my race. Which brings me to issue 4…
Issue number four - I decided to buy a brand new pair of cute pants for the race. Mind you, I’ve never worn these pants and don’t know how they’ll behave while I’m running. Also keep in mind I’m wearing these spandex running pants with a girdle. Do you see where this is headed?
Issue number five - New lycra running pants + Girdle + 3.1 mile run = BAD BUSINESS. Nuff said. I spent the entire 3.1 miles pulling up my pants because I didn’t want to be running a race ala Jackie Christie style (see reference below).
Not to mention that since this was a run geared toward families, I spent part of the time battling strollers and children. So I spent the entire race, miserable, uncomfortable, pulling up my pants, fighting my psyche, along with dodging strollers and children. UGGGGGGGH.
And add to this that I was training, but I’m going to be brutally honest, I was half ass training. Yeah, I said it. The weekend before my race I was entertaining out of town friends, and the weekend before that I was drunken gallivating on Bourbon street in New Orleans.
My time wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t my best. 13 minute mile.
Not to mention I took the worst picture I’ve ever taken in my entire life. I’m so ashamed of the picture, I’m going to post it here so I have a reminder of what not to do ever again. Not to mention a reminder to myself of why I need to focus on diet and exercise - that damned belly of mine.
The good news is - I completed the race - and I learned a few lessons with it.
So there may be a chance for redemption really soon. I am dating a guy from back home and he’s coming to visit me for New Years (yaaaaaay meee!!!!). He is also into living a healthy life and trying to get it together, so he suggested that we run a race while he’s visiting in Dallas. I suggested the Superman 5k, which is a race with a superhero theme.
I won’t be running it in a wonder woman costume or a girdle.