Yesterday, my friend and I set out at 6:22 am to drive to Frankenmuth, MI for the Winterlaufe 8k. With a 10 am start and a 2 1/2 hour drive there we decided to make a day of it and enjoy this random Bavarian town’s highlights once we froze our buns off for 5 miles.
I mentioned I was nervous about racing again on Friday. That evening I (over)packed a bag and got my running clothes ready. This required an all-out hunt for my running pants and many changes to see what running jacket I would wear. Also, a 3 mile run/walk on the tready to try to loosen my legs up a bit. I packed way to much stuff and was ready to wear enough running clothing for 15* or below, weather. Honestly, the drawback to having the treadmill is I haven’t had enough practice of being outside to see what is too much or not enough. Oh well.
I was also very concerned about how chilly I would be after the race since baby wipes were going to be the extent of a “shower”. No hot water available to soak heat back into my bones. Naturally, I figured this meant I should pack a short sleeve t, a long sleeve t and then a hoodie along with my fleece to war afterward.
Alas, 1/2 way there we had some car troubles. Friend made some serious efforts to save the day – I’m not kidding, it was like traveling with MacGyver but these weren’t quite enough. We ended up at a very random/small car repair shop. There we got to watch what turned into some kind of auto repair shop soap opera. It was highly entertaining. A trip to Tim Horton’s on the way out of town and back to Kalamazoo we went.
While I was disappointed about the race/our day plans, hanging out with my friend is a good time no matter what the situation. Hanging out with me is always an adventure – I probably should have reminded my friend of this fact. I think I should start doing/planning the opposite of what I want the outcome to be and then it would turn out how I secretly wanted it to happen in the first place – reverse psychology on the universe? Maybe?
Oh yeah, and I ate a big fat gluten filled boston cream donut. I couldn’t resist, it was taunting me from the case. And a milk-filled coffee drink. I was going to ask for some kind of special concoction but the cashier seemed only competent to fulfill the menu items and not any variations. I’m not trying to be mean, I just didn’t want to be a pain in the ass for a drink that wouldn’t turn out anyway. Stomach be damned.
I’m sure you are thinking I came home and ran on the tready to fulfill my planned miles. Wrong! I watched a mini-marathon of Supernatural and relaxed. It seemed to be the universe’s plan all along. Whenever things like this happen, and they happen a lot, I rationalize it that maybe something bad was going to happen had we made it to our intended destination. You just never know, right?