Happy Fall everyone! Is it cold enough for those of you in Ohio with me? Too cold for me, but what can I really do about it, right?
Two weeks back I had one of many very hectic weekends for the month. On Friday night Dave and I took my Mom out for her birthday. We drove up to Cleveland to see Fun Home because I received some GREAT discounts on the tickets. The play wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly a feel good type of play either. I can’t honestly say I’d recommend it, but I don’t regret going if that makes any sense. After we went over to Hofbrauhaus and introduced Mom to loud music, dancing on tables and Yeager. She had a blast.
Of course the Indians were playing and I was totally oblivious the whole time because I hate baseball. Yes I’m a terrible person I know.
Saturday we got up early and drove back up to Cleveland for the Browns 5K. A group of us signed up together a while back and were team “The Underdawgs” haha. Cute, right? Dave and I were TIIIIIIIRED so we crept up there with just enough time to line up and run meaning we didn’t get in a lot of the group photos, but I don’t always love being in them anyway so that was more of a win than anything else. Here is the team before we arrived.
The only part about getting there later that sucked is not getting one of the free “buffs” they were passing out. 1) I like those things and want one. 2) Football is one of the few sports I actually like!
Our race started easy enough near the stadium and took us around the streets of downtown Cleveland for 3.1 miles. I decided to see what I could do as far as “running” and only walked for about 30 second two or three times. Once on a hill early on where I needed to take off my hoodie. Once right after a water stop, and another time when I had such a bad side stitch I was coughing and bent over in pain. It went away quickly and I returned to trotting. Dave would walk and fall behind then hustle to catch up. Part of me hated he was basically walking to keep up with my running, but I also know he’s quite a bit taller than me so my little legs need to work harder.
Pushing it into the finish chute and onto the felt amazing. I crossed the finish in 46 minutes (43 with adjusted start time). A 43 minute 5K is SIX MINUTES FASTER than my last road race back in August. I know some of that was because of the heat in Aug, but mostly it’s due to continued working out and dieting…even though I’ve only lost maybe 5 more pounds which is a totally different struggle. The field had a platform of sorts we all ran on to keep us off the grass which makes sense even if it was a little bit of a bummer. They broadcast-ed the finish line up on the jumbo-tron which was very cool to watch and made me wish I had my camera out.
One of the photographers was even nice enough to take a group shot which is gorgeous and he took one with his camera but I didn’t see it in the final cut.
The rest of the day I was in terrible pain due to my PF and wish my foot would just fall off or something that couldn’t possibly hurt more than what I feel right now. Becky and I went back to Cleveland a few hours later (seriously I should have gotten an apartment for the weekend or something) and enjoyed our annual tradition of the 12 Hours of Terror.
Her boyfriend totally saved the day by offering to drive us there and pick us up the next morning. GREAT selection of movies this year.