The race itself was run almost entirely within the park which made for a wee bit of a problem—limited space. There were 2,500 women running and the park paths are not that wide. It took us almost three minutes to cross the start line and even then we spent the first minute of the race just walking. Most slow people did not abide by the request to keep to the right side of the path, so we had to do a lot of weaving in and out throughout the whole 5K.
This was the first time I have run without my trusty little iPod, as a courtesy to my team mates. I should have just said to hell with them. As we crossed the start line, the song ‘Holding Out For a Hero’ was blaring out over the speakers. It’s not a bad song...until it loops continuously in your head for 30 minutes. Not doing that again if I can help it.
The Duchesses ended up separating evenly into two groups during the race. I was running alongside the two who had more running experience until we were separated for about a mile but then they caught up to me again. We tried to chat, but ended up spending most of our time dodging around people. Sometimes I was forced to run between people, so I would place my hands together in front of me so as to avoid hitting them, but it made me look like I was praying. I looked odd, but at least I didn’t accidentally knock anyone out cold.
I was the first of the Duchesses to cross the finish (yeah!) at 31:20 according to my watch. Not bad, considering the conditions. It was also a charity run so I was not shooting for a PR or anything, just a good run. Two Duchesses came in just seconds after me and the other three about four minutes later. We were all pretty chuffed with ourselves. We found a spot of grass to stretch out on and chat about the race. Everyone was excited by the day and proud of what they had achieved, personally and for the cause. At least three of them mentioned wanting to keep on with running and asked me about upcoming races in the area. Seems the running bug is catching on.
There was only one thing that marred the perfection of the day. My shoes. It appears they need to retire and soon. My left shoe rubbed against my heel in an uncomfortable way and during today’s run, it gave me a good sized blister. I had hoped they would last until August, but now I can see that that was just a pipe dream. I’ll be heading out to the local running store within the next day or two and getting another pair. Thankfully, I have a Xenia-Needs-To-Stop-Being-A-Miserly-Wench fund, so all is good on the finance front. Just cross your fingers that the fellowship I interviewed for today comes through, or else I’ll have to start working the street corner to pay for my research trip to
Italian Phrases of the Day
#79 and 78 from the AFI movie quotes list:
Striker: Certamente non sei serio.
Rumack: Io sono serio ... e non mi chiami Shirley.*
Striker: ‘Surely you can't be serious.’
Rumack: ‘I am serious ... and don't call me Shirley.’ (Airplane!, 1980)
*Note: Some things just don’t translate well.
Apri le grandi porte, HAL.*
‘Open the pod bay doors, HAL.’ (2001: A Space Odyssey, 1968)
*Note: I’ve got not idea how to translate ‘pod bay’. I don’t read Italian sci-fi. Instead I went with ‘open the big doors’. It’s adequate, I think.
Ci vediamo dopo. (See you later)