New Life

Well. The Wobble 'n Gobble Race is over. I ran my 5K on Saturday in a 4 degree wind chill. The weather totally ruined my racing outfit. I was rocking the Harley Girl Runner; my black and orange sparkly Harley sweatshirt with my black leggings and orange Running Girl skirt. I am from South Dakota after all. But when we got to the race area, it was apparent that I was NOT going to take my wool sweater off. Dang it. My race outfit was so cute! But warmth outwon cuteness. Hrmph. This is post-race by the way. Look at my awesome medal.I came in second to last. I had to walk several times. Since I pulled my achilles tendon, I haven't had the chance to really train and keep up, but I wanted to be there for my running club friends. I would have been totally dead last if not for the girl that walked the whole 5K. At one point, I was seriously feeling sorry for myself as I watched everyone run away from me, but this is not about competing with other people. It's not! I have to keep that in mind constantly. This is about managing The Crazy with something positive. Right? Of course, right.
And they were all there for me at the end. Because that's what good running friends do. No matter how cold they were, they weren't going to leave the finish line until I (and the last woman) got there. And that speaks volumes of character. And this is my prize. It was so cold, I seriously have windburn on my entire face. But this is the place on my chin where my wool sweater rubbed on my sweaty neck and well? It's a three inch scab. This picture doesn't even do it justice. I am not even going to try to cover it up, because I am pretty sure that would make it look even worse. No more running in wool. Fleece? Yes. And even though I went to Scheels to face humanity and shopping, none of the Under Armour fit me. Nike Dri Fit did. I'm seriously hoping that does the trick. This rash is disgusting.