Yesterday was the Campus Classic. This was the first race I ever ran and I’ve run it every year since. Friday I realized I haven’t run a 5k since Dopey. Suddenly I became a bit nervous! I actually walked out of my apartment without my bib – race day jitters at their finest.
I laid out my outfit the night before. My “cougar skirt” from Skirt Sports, my favorite race shirt and some arm warmers. It’s been a mild fall so I didn’t want to overdress – this turned out to be perfect. Office mate was running it too (his first 5k in years!) and he surprised me and our other co-worker with matching socks.
The course is hilly. It’s tough for sure and at one point a fellow runner asked, “are you serious? how many MORE hills?!” I grunted in agreement because anything else would have taken too much effort. Nevertheless, I was really pleased with my efforts. I ran two miles on Friday night but those were the first two miles I’d run in two weeks so my hopes weren’t very high. I didn’t walk at all AND my last mile was a minute faster than my previous two! Who am I?! Now, the last mile didn’t have the two steep hills as the first two but it certainly wasn’t flat.
I started sprinting a bit early as I was SPENT by the time I crossed the finish line. Funny thing, I spent a lot of time trudging through long runs, which is what I needed to do. Running a short and hard effort brought me back to my running roots. I came home and signed up for another 5k next weekend. It’s a much smaller race than the Campus Classic but it’s also held on campus, which means… hills. Again. I’m looking forward to it.
After the race a few of us met to partake in one other Homecoming event – a pancake breakfast. This wasn’t just an assembly line of hotcakes mind you. Oh no, there was a professional pancake flipper in attendance! I know, I didn’t even know this was a profession! I’m guessing it’s more of a calling though…
It was cool! He had this machine thing that “poured” batter in a line and he was able to move it down the griddle. Then you stood a couple of feet from him and he flipped the pancake at you. It was so neat! Of course, that meant you had to catch it. It was a bit of pressure to say the least. To my pleasure I caught both pancakes – phew!
Then my couch greeted me with open arms – it’s so welcoming.