Racing for a Cure Barefoot 5k
|Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure 5k|
Lots of rough, cracked, and uneven bits. This required some serious strategy, folks. Really. The thing that annoyed me the most were the shod runners who were "running the lines." You know? The paint lines in the road? Yeah. Just so you know... if I'm running a race barefoot and the conditions are shitty, those lines are MINE! SHODDERS GET THE HELL OFF OF THEM! And not to be bitchy or anything, but GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY! I gotta keep up my cadence and if I slow down or have to come to a screeching halt for any reason, my feet really feel it. I don't like to be parked on pointy, gritty asphalt for any length of time. I gotta keep moving.
Wow. I feel better now.
When I got home from the race, I found out that my cousin who went into hospice in her last days of cervical cancer died last night around 7pm. Holy crap. That totally sucks. She was so young. This kind of news brings me new perspective and focus. I can see that I need to embrace life more and live it more passionately. I can't help but feel a small sense of urgency to do things I've never done before as I get older. I don't want regrets when I'm close to my last day.
With that in mind, I think I had better buck up and finally read Born to Run. I've been afraid it would inspire me to take on bigger challenges. Maybe it will. I shouldn't be afraid of that. I haven't mentioned it before here on my blog (those that have friended me on FB will get ALL the dirt) but I've decided that I want to try a pretty challenging half marathon trail run and do it minimal. This will be at the end of August. It seems a little crazy right now since I've been easing back into my running, but I'm hoping with all my training for my little triathalon and some other serious trail races this would be a pretty decent sized goal. One that would be a big bite to chew, but I think I can swallow it. We'll see.
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