Hot Pants, as we so affectionately call her, is my age and SHE. IS. FAST. My first run with Hot Pants was in a town nearby. It was before I was pregnant with #4 and was progressively getting faster and had a couple of second place medals hanging in my closet at home.
I finished in exactly 25 minutes and was proud of myself because it was one of the more brutal 5Ks I had done. For one, the route was BORING! 2.5K down a long street, turn around and run 2.5k back, slightly uphill all the way in 50 degrees with high winds.
Hot Pants finished in about 22 minutes. My guess is she’s been in several other races and I failed to notice.
In the last 5k, she was right up front. I know when Hot Pants shows up, I do not stand a chance of any first place medal. And I also knew that my time would probably not be under 25 minutes because my training so sporadic at best with 4 little kids at home and my husband’s crazy work schedule.
Still, I pushed myself, not bothering to time myself or anything like that.
Here is a photo one of my friends found on a local news station’s website. I’m in the blue shirt bringing up the rear of that small cluster, although I passed at least two of those people in the last 1/4 mile. It’s hard not to get a little competitive about these events even though they are for charity and also fun.
Here is what I’m like when I cross the finish line. Face flushed, sweat dripping, stomach churning. I don’t want to be touched, talked to, or looked at until I’ve had a chance to catch my breath, walk around a bit, and get over the urge to get sick.
Sometime after that, the runner’s high sets in and I feel great.
Here is the first thing I heard from my mom after I crossed the finish line. “Hot Pants finished first, as in, first one to cross the finish line.” Her time was 19 minutes. According to the spectators, she crossed the finish line smiling, looking quite fresh and asked “where are all the guys?” Really?
I came in much later at 25:20, feeling a bit defeated for not getting even a smidge below 25 minutes.
After we stuffed ourselves on some amazing pancakes and drank hot coffee, I met a seasoned runner, a man of about 60 years. We talked and I told him it has been a struggle to lower my PR. He said it’s normal to plateau and not peak until later on. Also, I have no regular training routine or schedule because it is truly impossible to stick to one without sacrificing things at home with my family.
Once I am able to put all of my little children in the nursery at the YMCA while my oldest swims or runs, I will be able to adhere to a better running schedule.
Before #4 crawled, I was in a nice routine at home using my treadmill, but she is on the move and climbing so unless she is sleeping or being watched by someone else, the treadmill presents a physical danger to my wee one.
My guess is that I will never beat Hot Pants in a race, unless she eventually has a baby and I hit my peak right when she is running after giving birth or something. Gotta strike while the iron is hot! HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!