I didn't.
Unfortunately.
I thought I was going to pass out there close to the end, but I survived. Barely.
Right now, I'm finishing up my dinner before I go run myself ANOTHER hot bath. I have a few tips for all of you who are visiting because you searched "for couch to 5K" ... do NOT wait six months and then have the first run you do be a full 3 miles. [insert exceptions to rule here]
Its not smart, and the end results = very,very,very,very,very,very,very,very,very, very sore legs. Did I mention your legs would be sore?
After running Color Me Rad (not to be confused with The Color Run, which is only half as cool) in October, we had such a blast when we heard they'd be back in April my girls and I all signed up to run and volunteer. (read:cheaper registration)
However, I'd started a new job just six days before our run of color in October and didn't realize what my schedule was going to look like over the next little bit and how little time (or energy) I would have to spend running.
Not to mention... I don't really "LIKE" running that much. Still.
"So why did you...?"
I know what you're thinking. Shut up.
Fast forward six month, and suddenly I realize this 5K I've committed to run in, is in five days and I haven't run a single step. It was a disconcerting moment. Its only three miles, I told myself, how much could I have lost in six months? Its new a route, full of color and fun; mind over matter. I got this.
And to be honest, all things considering, I did fairly well. Keeping up an 11:09 minute mile, and even the parts I walked, I st
ill finished in about 35-40 minutes. There was a moment near the finish line when I thought I might pass out, I was hoping my darling family (who abandoned me five minutes into the race .. *COUGH*KRISTEN*COUGH*) would stand near the finish line closest to where we turned into. They didn't. They stood all.the.way.by.the.stupid.ballon forcing me to hold myself to my promise to run all the way to the end.
I made it, and immediately had to grab something to support myself, as my legs gave out on me. #firsthint
After chugging warmed water, and fruit snacks we gathered by the stage for the infamous color bombing/RAD after party. The MC was cracking me up, as he'd apparently did his research on Knoxville, and played Rocky Top as well as brought up our football rivals in Alabama & Florida.
Then came time for the Bombing. It looks much cooler on the outside, than it really was on the inside. On the count of 5, everyone throws their color packets in the air, and the sun disappears in a cloud of choking colored corn starch. Seriously puts a damper on things like breathing, and seeing. But once it cleared and we were all covered in color again, it was fun again. :)
After that, my sisters and I lined up for our "pro" photo op and signed in for our volunteer shift. Fast forward 4 hours, I've been on my feet since 8:30AM and am dying to go home and chillllllll. When we finally had everything cleaned up, packed up, inventory counted, pizza eaten, etc..etc.. I drove home, looking forward to enjoying the amazing weather with my animals.
I spent another half and hour on my feet while the dogs played outside, before grabbing my laptop and chilling on my bed. Thirty minutes later, I stood up to let my needy "child" outside for the second time, and nearly fell on the floor.
MA LEGS?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MA LEGS!?
They no longer moved as fluidly as they normally did, each step sent a wave of discomfort shooting through my thighs. I spent the rest of the day hobbling around like a person twice ...er... triple... lets quadruple that to be safe.. my age.
Did I think to soak? OF COURSE I DID. But that would have meant getting up again and starting bath water. My laziness is too my own detriment at times.
I'd hoped this morning would be better. But it weren't, weren't weren't weren't (wasn't). [props if you can identify which Veggie Tales song that is!]
I'm the main pianist at our church, so you can imagine how much fun it was to hobble back and forth during the worship part of service.
Child: Why did you just say ow? Me: "What? Doesn't everyone say "Ow" when they walk down stairs?" - What I should've saidI took a short bath this afternoon, and while I thought I was good when I got out, it was but a few minutes before I was back to my crab legged walking.
My misery is boundless.
Lessoned Learned.
Stretch before and after run. Work your way GRADUALLY back into running, if you've taken a break.
That being said I'm going to go soak now.
Ta- Ta!
P.S. (They'll be back in K-Town in August... should I.. shouldn't I... hmmm)
ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Owie. MOOOOM. Oh wait. I'm on my own. [insert sob here]