We did our final training run last night for the 5K on Sunday. 37:40! Yeah me! I have no idea what my time will be like on race day, but I don't really care. Finishing with a smile on my face is the goal. We ran in the rain. I was kind of excited to do so. Weird, huh? I'm not sure why I thought that would feel so freeing, and I was not disappointed. Something about splashing through puddles and dodging wet tree branches made me feel decadent. That, and there really wasn't anyone else on the trail. Just us girls. I run alone now. I had two women that I partnered with in the beginning and even though I was sad to leave them behind, I had to. And I'm not as fast as the skinny ponytail girls up front. I'm smack in the middle. But I'm strangely okay with that. The group itself motivates me, but I'm a solitary kind of girl. There's always someone who finishes before me who is cheering me on at the finish, and I get to welcome in the people behind me. But during the run, it's just me. It suits. It really does.
I'm sad to say though that I did something awful to my knees last night. I'm not sure what happened, but right around the 2.5 mile marker, they just seized up. And like an idiot, I kept running, thinking it would go away. I'm going to chalk it up to running differently - more carefully - in the rain, hoping not to slip. They still ache this morning, but man alive, that last mile was horrid. The minute I stopped, they quit hurting, but this morning was a little touchy going up and down the stairs. I have no clue what happened. I just hope it all goes away before Sunday. Any ideas from the peanut gallery?
And last, but not least, I'd like to say that only real runners, run in the rain. Right?