Just me, a tree, and my car.
It's my first time running in such short shorts (foreshadowing).
This is my "pretend to stretch so you look like a runner" pose.
So, this might be my first official non-mud-run 10k. I'm pretty sure it is. Which is neat. It's also the first time I've run the dirty dirty streets in a long time. I've been trail spoiled. Running on the sidewalk is rough you guys.
Plus, this happened, as I tried to put my phone away, literally STEPS into my run.
That is a totally broken spibelt. DAMN.
But, I needed to run with my phone, since my iPod is also totally broken, so I couldn't technically Nike+ this (even though I was wearing the right shoes). I already had a camera in one hand. So I shoved the phone+broken spibelt down my shirt.
My lovely lady lumps.
It didn't look so bad from certain angles.
My hair was also being a problem, so I squeezed one more loop into the hair tie and locked that shit UP, yo.
About every 5 minutes my Runkeeper app on my phone would tell me my pace and distance. Except, every five minutes I would freak out "MY BOOBS ARE TALKING TO ME." Then I'd remember.
Safe and sound.
It was a little bit hot, and the pavement was a little bit hard. I meant to check my pace on my phone last night, but I didn't, and I forgot it at home this morning. But I'm pretty sure I went out too fast and ruined everything. I mean, I still did fine, but I didn't feel awesome.
I did find a dollar on the ground, though.
Me: I found a dollar!
Husband: A whole dollar?
Me: [slapping it on the table with pride]
Husband: You're a hobo.
Me: I'm the hottest hobo you know.
Husband: You put the "hoe" in hobo.
My finish time was 1:03:59
Considering I hit stop lights pretty regularly, started out too fast, and kind of felt awful, this is pretty good. I had a moment halfway through where I thought "it's really sad when someone who ran an ultramarathon is being defeated by six lousy miles." Then I told myself to STFU and enjoy myself, so I did.
Anyway, Nike hooked me up with a sweet ass race shirt (The single best shirt I have ever been given from a race, ever.). It's so good it wicked away all my sweat.
Which kind of makes me want to run in cotton shirts again. j/k.
Fake post race stretching (I never stretch):
Out of seven (7!!!!) attempts at a jumping picture, this is the only one where I got air.
I know that was silly and all, but I'd like to have a serious conversation with you about a topic near and dear to my heart.
Vacuumgina. The situation in which your vagina acts like a vacuum, sucking all non-tight fabric into it's black hole.
Every single time I try to run in cute, short, non-tight shorts, vacuumgina strikes.
Which forces me to take unflattering pictures of myself point out my chaffage.
Does anyone else have this problem? Stupid shorts.
Anyway, since it was my first real 10k, it was an instant PR! Sweet! Every day is Christmas!
Tonight I get to dress up all fancy pants and go to the Nike+ red carpet event. I'm very excited. You guys, I'm even going to put on high heels. Which is kind of a big deal.
*I'm* kind of a big deal.
I just wanted to type that.
I dumped out my purse today and found three headbands, and about 40 receipts. Yeah, I need to clean this out more often.
When was the last time you got fancy pants dressed up?
Whose taking a rest day today?
For those of you not on the rest day wagon, what's your exercise of choice today?