No, not my freelance work. Not all of the laundry, although we’re making a dent right now. Not figuring out how the hell to parent a four year old, because the defiance? Is making me lose my shit? Yes.
I am sure the posters at Ask Moxie will help me through my parental, um, issues, so in the name of AskMoxie.org I ran the God’s Love We Deliver 4-mile Race to Deliver in Central Park today. My kids ran in the kids races and got huge bags of swag, courtesy of Nick Jr. and Disney. Now we have two plush versions of Blue, of Blue’s Clues. (Also books and videos.) Their races were over at 8:35 am, and I didn’t run until 10. So we killed some time taking photos and walking down the starting line for the adult race, so I could see my starting “corral.”
Finally, the kids and Taxman took off for the Heckscher Playground and left me to my devices Portapotty. I lined up, was found by the one other adult racer I knew in the field of 6,000 (how he recognized me as he passed by I have no idea), and futzed with my iPod for another 10 minutes.
After a good 12-15 hours of rain yesterday and overnight (I know because I was lying awake worrying about it), the weather turned out to be really beautiful for running. Unlike the grossly hot and humid Race for the Cure back in September, it was around 50 degrees, with a little wind and some clouds. The race course didn’t have puddles; the wet leaves were totally manageable. I didn’t go out too fast; I kept a comfortable pace and only really putting on the gas when my designated “haul ass” songs* came on my iPod (although it’s on shuffle, to keep me guessing).
I felt good. All of the mornings of getting up in the dark to run on the treadmill, worrying about treadmill running not being good prep for road racing, skipping runs because of the holidays, running too slowly or not far enough because I was nursing a sinus headache or a sore throat or a head full of snot just sort of magically melted away.
I felt strong at the 1 mile mark, fine at 2 miles, a little weary at 3 miles. I was surprising myself with my pace–there are time displays at the mile markers–because I was guessing it was under an 11 minute mile. (At the gym of late I have been trying to run 5.5 mph, a 10:43 mile, but have had a hard time making it to 4 miles, so I wanted to try to go a little slower in the race but finish without walking.) The course from 3 miles and on was flat or downhill. I could gauge when I was approaching 72nd St. and would make the turn for the finish line on the transverse, so maybe I picked it up a touch. Based on the time display at the end, I thought perhaps I had finished in about 43 minutes, a minute or two faster than I had anticipated. I turned in my timing chip (worn on one’s sneakers); when I got home I checked online and was completely shocked to see that my time was 42:14, with a pace of 10:33. (Heh, adjusted for age it was 42:02!)
So it was great. The one terrible part was when I started trying to convince myself that it would be reasonable to try a longer distance, like 5 miles. Hahahahahahaha.
That was pretty much my day. The weather turned more windy and cloudy; Taxman and the kids were a half hour late meeting me at the car (where I was freezing and freaking out about potential bodily injury and alien abduction–I left them with my jacket, my cell phone, my wallet; I threw myself upon the mercy of another mom in Barnes & Noble and borrowed her phone to call Taxman, who did not answer, so the freakout continued).
I planted myself on the couch for the afternoon, hanging out on Facebook and not accomplishing much beyond doing some dishes. But that was far more due to my crappy night listening to the rain than the running four miles.
Next up, I will attempt to convince my family members gathering in Pennsylvania for Thanksgiving that we should wake up early on a holiday and run a 5K. I have a cousin who ran the Boston Marathon, my sister was a hotshit track and field star in high school and college (though Division III), and pretty much everyone else has played soccer and/or lacrosse since birth elementary school. So clearly I would be last to finish. But I’d get a new T shirt. Less laundry to do? Accomplishing something, to be sure.
* “Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne and “Lose My Breath” by Destiny’s Child