One of the things that I enjoy about this blog, is that I can report on new experiences. This weekend, I had two. Wonder if I should split this post into 2?
And the answer is yes! After I finished writing about one experience, I realized I have enough material for 2 posts!
I used to go to track workout with my husband religiously on Wednesday evenings. But then things got in the way…I got a part time evening job, I started running in the morning and so on: in other words excuse excuse excuse. I really enjoyed it when I went. There is a whole crew that goes regularly, and all very nice people. My husband still goes. My group of ‘chatty kathies’ doesn’t go so much anymore. I’m hoping I can get back to it at some point b/c it really really does make me faster, but I’m not doing anything to make it happen!
Anyway, my son works at the running store. One of his co-workers is a former collegiate runner who currently competes at the national level in the over 70 age group and is also the leader of the Wednesday night track workouts. He invited my son and husband to a Sunday morning 1 mile time trail. It sounded fun, and new, and different, so I invited myself along.
About twenty of us showed up. The usual fasties who go every week were there as were some of my friends from the ultra. And there were also several people that I didn’t know.
Anyway, after what felt like an interminable amount of time (warm up mile, stretching, strides…) we all lined up at once. Four laps around the high school track and we were done.
The goal that I set for myself was 7:20. I hit 7:22, so not awful. But I think I didn’t run it too smartly. I got behind a lady that I didn’t know (turns out she also works at the running store). She was clearly younger than me and had on very revealing Lycra shorts, and not the tight ‘keep-every-thing-in-place’ type, but the ‘shows-everything-you don’t-want-seen’ type. Since I was behind her, I could see that her rear-end was really flabby (not that mine isn’t, but no one could see it). I decided that someone with a rear-end that flabby was not going to be allowed to beat me. I jack rabbited ahead of her. But then she passed me and stayed ahead for the rest of the time trial. I guess someone with a flabby rear end can beat me!
The results were a little bit ego busting. I finished third from last. Not my normal spot to finish, but like I said, a lot of fasties, and more men than women. The last three of us were all in the 7 minute range and we were as follows: A 60+ year old female and 2 women in their early 50’s. So realistically, nothing to complain about. Plus it was fun!
I would do it again. Maybe I should quite my P/T job, and get back into it??