In-Depth Thoughts from The Girl
Hiiiiiii, welcome back to yet another week of …. well, this. Your weekly dose of what’s happening in the Maker universe.
So last week, Ray and I snuck away for a two day, one night excursion sans Peanuts. Hitting the road on Wednesday morning, the goal was to drive the coast line until ultimately parking for the night in the Hermanus area. Not to mention, sneaking into Stellenbosch region for lunch, and buying untold amounts of wine throughout the day.
The first fail of the trip occurred with our planning oversight. Neither of us thought to check the Chapman’s Peak Drive website to check for road conditions or simply if the drive would even be open. Upon arrival, we learned most Wednesday’s the road is closed due to “Alien Vegetation”. For real. With a groan we referred to our trusty pal Google Maps for the re-route.
Have no fear, we recovered nicely with a beach walk, and early stop for lunch at a winery that more than one person had recommended.
The rest of the trip was without any further fails. With lots of time at the beach, paired with another fine winery for lunch (day 2), I think you could say we had a great “faux weekend away”. Both parties even slept a solid 13 hours before heading home to find the Peanuts hadn’t even noticed we were gone!
It’s a good thing we thought to get some rest. With a last minute sign-up for my first “race” since having kiddos, I would need all the help I could get. Let’s be really honest here, when I use the word “race” it is referring to the fact that I donned a race bib, entered a race corral, and ran as fast as I possibly could (given the circumstances) amongst some 3000 other runners.
Unlike Ray, I ponied up for the 8km race, whilst he “only” did the 5km (not to mention he was stacked with the double pram full of kids, snacks, and a diaper bag). Oh well, he wore his dad badge with pride!
If you follow me on Instagram you might notice that I sometimes post pictures of my runs. Which have been rare. With 4-5 runs under my belt in the new year, and officially… 3 runs total for November and December combined, I can’t really say I have a solid “racing base” under my belt.
The catch is, I love competition, and I'm not good at "just" participating. I enter every race with the intention of winning. Not my age group. Not “the women’s category”, but winning. The whole shindig. You might be laughing, but I hope I can instill that same fire into my kiddos someday too. Paired with the fact that not winning is A-okay too! (and in my case more likely!)
What is the point of my story? Well, taking my almost negative number of training miles, the mentality of “go hard or go home”, and the wonderful 5:30pm South African heat and mash it all into a 8km race, you’ll get this past Saturday. AND. IT. WAS. SO. MUCH. FUN!! It hurt so bad. I’ve been hobbling around for the past 3 days.
Race day started with a several mile pram walk in the morning, hydrating with a Flat White (aka breakfast). Lunch was 1.5 hot dogs and Powerade, a snack of cheerios from a kids cup at some point, and more walking. The race warm up consisted of me carrying the Peanut on my shoulders to the Athletes village where some very enthusiastic people were leading a Zumba style dance warm up. The Peanut loved it. My legs and shoulders were officially “warmed”. Then we were “corralled” into the starting corral 30 hot and sticky minutes before the horn. And off I went. Fully believing I could hold 7 minute miles (4:20/km for you metric people). And the first mile I did. We will leave it at that.
In the end, I finished with a 39:02 finish, and miraculously grabbed top 5 female of the day. WHAT? A mere 48-seconds off the lofty pace goal. I've been laughing at myself for 2 days now.
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As always, thanks for reading! And happy Valentines!