There are lots of things you think about during a race. How you're feeling. If you can go faster. If you should go slower. How many miles you've gone. How many you have left to go.
And, there are a few things you don't think about at all. Like, ooohhhh, for instance, how you look. Now, I looked in the mirror before the race and I have to say I looked alright. My pink running skirt and my pink compression knee socks were kinda sassy. My hair was pulled back, I had on a white hat and my running shirt was from the another mother runner collection. It said "Are My Kids Still Chasing Me." Very cute. Lots of great compliments on it.
This race was super humid. You may recall from my last post that after a few miles I started dumping water over my head at each stop. It was the right move. I stand by that statement. However, there's a physiological (or maybe biological?) reaction that ones lady parts have to such, ummmmm, stimulation.
Avert the kids' eyes and see what I mean. Meanwhile, I'll just go in the corner and die a small death of shame.
And, there are a few things you don't think about at all. Like, ooohhhh, for instance, how you look. Now, I looked in the mirror before the race and I have to say I looked alright. My pink running skirt and my pink compression knee socks were kinda sassy. My hair was pulled back, I had on a white hat and my running shirt was from the another mother runner collection. It said "Are My Kids Still Chasing Me." Very cute. Lots of great compliments on it.
This race was super humid. You may recall from my last post that after a few miles I started dumping water over my head at each stop. It was the right move. I stand by that statement. However, there's a physiological (or maybe biological?) reaction that ones lady parts have to such, ummmmm, stimulation.
Avert the kids' eyes and see what I mean. Meanwhile, I'll just go in the corner and die a small death of shame.