SURPRISE! Today, I convinced Chicken Face, my cousin and his girlfriend to come out to the Walnut Creek Festival Run for a good ol’ 5k. Sorry Cody, if you say, “Hey Page, let me know next time there’s a 5k, I want to run one,” I will find one for you the very next weekend. You’ve been warned. Plus, I was happy to support Aron and Kristin who worked so hard to put this 5/10k on.
Given my pure lack of sleep and my loathing hatred for 5Ks, I didn’t talk much about this race leading up to it as I wasn’t really sure how I was going to approach it. But as Aron will be the first to call out, once I get to the race and totally am consumed by the energy of other racers, I usually go for it.
Our good friend Katie was also running the 5K and lately, she’s been taking 1st place at every race like they were free Costco samples. Thus, I was happy to have her there as a bit of motivation/inspiration.
As we toed the start line, a couple of 9-year-old boys trash talked us, mocking the speed at which a girl could run. What’s that 9-year-old? Are you challenging me? Not cool. I kid…I kid…but seriously…
Using the only smart advice I’ve ever been given about how to attack a 5K…I ran until my eyes bled. Well, not really, but you can see where we’re going with this. Essentially, you run until you think you can’t run anymore, then HOLD ON.
Attack of the Quadzilla!
Thank you for clapping, Mr. Officer.
While it wasn’t a PR, I was happy to cross the finish line in 19:thirty-something. OH HOW THE LUNGS STUNG!
I quickly joined Aron to cheer on everyone else who was out that morning. Chicken Face ( who doesn’t even LIKE running) looked happy — cotton shirt and all.
To add to the great morning, I realized that I was third female overall and first in my age group. HOLLA – I’ve never placed OVERALL before! That’s the beauty of smaller races. My good friends Katie and Tara also joined me on the podium – a great group all around.
BUT WAIT! It get’s better…Chicken Face and I were walking to get water when I hear his name called over the speakers.
“CHICKEN FACE! That’s you!” I screamed.
“No, no, there must be someone else with my name…” he pled.
“NO! YOU GOT SECOND PLACE!”
I pushed him up to the podium where he was partly shocked and humble the whole way. THAT’S MY MAN!
A great race with good friends, an overall and age group win, and my Chicken Face taking the podium for the first time ever.
Le sigh. Today was good and exactly what I needed.
I hope you all had a great weekend and were able to pay tribute to those we lost in 9/11 and those who continue to fight for us.