Hello! Hope you’re all enjoying your last Sunday in March.
Yeah, I know, crazy right?
I have yet to start our taxes. Oopsies.
I have a pretty good excuse for today though.
Another race. A race with chocolate at the finish line.
The IRS will accept that excuse right?
Since the boys don’t really get a chance to decide if they want to come cheer me on or not, I made sure there were ready yesterday.
I even made them practice some poses and cheers.
That may or may not have gone over too well.
I also made sure I was ready with all my chocolate attire.
The nice people in charge gave me that hat when we picked up the race packet. How cool is that?
Since Andrew conveniently had to work today, Grandma D, our friend Carol, the boys and I made our way downtown without him. I’m sure he was really upset.
I thought everyone was excited to go to another race at 5:45 am, but maybe that was just me.
After my usual pre race meal (my favorite bread with 1/2 a banana and some Naturally More peanut butter and an almond milk mocha), some outfit changes, a short porta potty line (for a change) and a few stretches, it was race time.
Nice outfit. (Yes, it just happens to be the same outfit I wore at the SD Half Marathon two weeks ago.)
Today I decided I really like the 15K distance. I did not, however, like starting in corral D. What the heck is up with that?
I can’t remember most of my thoughts during the race this time.
A couple things I do remember though:
Thinking that eating all that roasted broccoli slaw last night was probably not the best idea (even though it was accompanied by some quinoa and marinara sauce).
Realizing that as much as I say I am a recreational runner, I am not. I am competitive. In everything really, which is not the greatest attribute sometimes. Andrew says I run like Forrest Gump. I’m still trying to figure out what exactly that means.
Today I had a goal to finish in 1:10 (a 7:20 mile pace). My competitive nature helped me out a bit (along with my favorite Mizuno Elixir running shoes and the fact that I wasn’t pushing the double stroller).
I had told Mom about what time to expect me across the finish line. She informed me that she couldn’t tell if it was me or not because I was running all kiddywampus.
Yes. Kiddywampus. Despite her stellar demonstration of my kiddywampus running form, I still had to look it up.
Um, thank you?
After running into the super pretty, didn’t even look like she just ran a race, Skinny Runner (and realizing I need to wear cuter race outfits like her), I was a little disappointed that we weren’t handed a goodie bag or a finishing medal.
Then I made my way to the festival area and got this.
Oh yes, hot chocolate (that is the name of the race you know) and some goodies with chocolate dip.
I thought it would have been really cool if they had a soy hot chocolate option, but I didn’t suggest it since I didn’t want to be that girl. Ha ha.
Then I found these guys.
And they found the chocolate.
No race is complete without a self portrait
and trying to score as many freebies as possible.
They told me there were only two per person. I showed them by going around to the next table and getting two more. I’m such a rebel.
Then we found my other friend Liz who ran (and rocked it) and her adorable daughter.
Hot Chocolate 15K you were fun.
Right guys? Wasn’t that fun?
Thankfully the mood changed once we got to breakfast.
Grandma D told me not to put this picture on here, but it was too cute not to. Love you Mom! That’s what you get for calling my running kiddywampus.
The race crew.
Once we got home the rest of the day looked a little like this.
Um, yes, that would be my new version of protein cookie dough that I’m going to share with you all tomorrow.
And yes, it is that good.
And it goes really well with a sugar free almond mocha made with this Trader Joe’s Coconut Milk (you know, since the race didn’t have soy and all for me).
Oh, and I almost forgot.
There’s a new promotional video for “my boyfriend” and his new online club that’s launching. I’m in there a couple times. And yes, he does touch my shoulders. Too bad they don’t show the shot of the workout where I had to squat down to touch his fist with my bum. Ha ha.
How was your weekend?