This weekend went so fast. Oh goodness. I feel like I just left work? Ah.
Anyway, on Friday, when I did leave work, Tim and I had to take care of a few things, then we walked to the bar for a few beers.
I drank a dark one, so I had to awkwardly hold it and pose to tell everyone.
After we split waffle fries (KELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY. Ugh.), we came home and watched A Long Way Down on Netflix. We had both read and enjoyed the book, but the movie wasn’t that great. I quit it about three-quarters through and went to bed around 9, and slept until 8. I guess I was tired.
On Saturday, I went for a run, dealt with an angry elf of a stomach, and then a made a quick trip to the grocery store, before Tim and I hit the road. We got to my place of birth around 2:30, and helped my mom at her store, hung out with my parents for a while, and then went to meet Bill and Irina for a few drinks.
Here is a picture I took to show Jill who we were with
We saw some of Tim’s family, drank a bunch of pumpkin beers and talked about people Bill and I went to high school with. Around 10, Irina and I were both half-asleep at the bar, so we voted to part ways.
I ate two bowls of cereal at home (I am doing so well with my diet) and then I fell asleep pretty quickly. I dragged my butt out of bed to run my favorite seven-mile loop before the 5K on Sunday. It was wonderful. I love that loop so much, I never get bored and I always have the best thoughts. It makes me really happy.
Anyway, Tim and I drove over to the 5K, picked up our sweet-ass long-sleeve shirts and bibs and stood around in the FREEZING COLD with Bill and Irina. The race was always held in August in the past, so this was almost a complete 180. It was also super windy.
The race weirdly began at 9:45, and we were off. I am always slow to start- it takes me forever to get moving (one reason I am terrible at short races). There was one girl in front of me, but I passed her pretty quickly, and I was pretty much all alone for most of the race. A guy with a stroller passed me, but WHATEVER. I say it every year, but this course is awful. It’s basically a cross country course, and you spend a good chunk of time running through an uncut field. And the wind, oh goodness.
Anyway, I still haven’t broken 23 minutes in this race. I am disappointed, but I feel like I ran hard, and whatever. I thought I was sub-23 easily, however, it wasn’t. At all. It doesn’t make me feel good for any upcoming races I may or may not have. It’s hard to not be disappointed. Because I am.
Hey, I caught Tim when he finished!
My aunt and mom walked over the to park to watch us, so that was really nice.
At the end of the day, I am just really happy we still do this for Parker. And it is still really cool to be the first female runner, even if there were only 60 runners total. I got a sweet shirt for winning. Park. I miss you.
Whether I ran it in 23 minutes or 43 minutes, I realize it doesn’t matter, and that’s not what this race is about. It’s about much more. I overheard T and my mom talking yesterday and he said, “I will always do this race, it’s too important.”
Tim never even met Parker, yet he gets it. Some days, I miss Parker (and Bob) so much, my whole body aches and my heart hurts. I don’t know why things worked out the way they did, but I like to think I am a better person because of it. I’d rather them be here, and me still be a real shitty person, but I guess that’s not how it works. Last night, Amy and I were texting, and she said the same thing she said a few years ago when I won this race.
“Parker would be so happy right now.”
And just like a few years ago, I cried alot, even though I didn’t want to. I hate that kind of crying. You want to stop and you can’t. It’s like you need to get it out or something.
In the end, even though I ran a near personal worst yesterday, I couldn’t be upset.
See you someday.