Oakley provided me with a free entry and outfit. All crappy race times are my own.
If you saw this photo on Instagram, maybe you thought how excited I looked to run and thought maybe I had a good race. And that’s where you’d be wrong.
Earlier this week, I was psyched to run the Mini 10K. It’s one of my favorite races, and I hadn’t run it in a few years because it was usually the same weekend as the tri in my hometown. Of course the year I decide not to do that race, they’re different weekends.
Well, per usual race day, I woke up with my period and some raging cramps. Also, it was 77 degrees out.
Photo via Karla
The struggle is real, people. When I woke up not feeling well, I didn’t even put on my watch because I just didn’t want to know.
Alex and I started off the race together and ran for probably the first four miles. I’d also somehow tweaked my quad this week, and it was bothering me so I stopped to walk at some point at mile 4 and let Alex go ahead of me. I started getting down on myself for walking but then just reminded myself it wasn’t my day and to try to enjoy the rest of the experience as much as I could.
As I came down around the southern end of the park, I saw Jess cheering, and I got a nice view of Central Park South and Columbus Circle, and it made me super excited for the marathon. As I approached the finish, I saw a November Project group cheering and got a high-five from my friend Emily.
I finished the race like 13 minutes behind my PR (1:04) and a shweaty beast, but hey, I still ran 6.2 miles before 9am.
And then Oakley hosted a brunch for us at The Smith, and I ate a giant ball of burrata and died both of happiness and a stomachache. #worthit
And last night I went to a pop-up white party in Brooklyn.
This weekend has not sucked.
How was your weekend?