I have all sorts of crabby feelings towards the race today. They picked a late heat, it's going to be crowded, it might rain, I've got my period, they're making me wear a hula skirt, things will be thrown at me (color), we'll be slow walking the whole way... must.suck.it.up.
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Race report:
I was late leaving the house because I was talking to DH. His mom had surgery last night so he went down to her house to take care of her. She ended up going to the ER this morning because she was in a lot of pain. As I'm driving down the street I realize that I had forgotten my wallet, money, and bib. Crap. So I turned around and headed back, grabbed that stuff, and left for real.
I make the turn onto the main/busy street, and see a half grown pointer mix running right down the middle of the road, obviously scared and in a panic. Crap. So I flip a U and head up the street ahead of him a ways. I jump out, grab one of the leashes in my car, and head to the middle of the road. I'm wearing neon pink leggings and socks, so I was fairly confident people would see me. The pup came running straight for me and was going to pass me. I whistled to him, which broke his stride enough that I was able to sprint towards him and loop the leash over his neck. He wasn't wearing a collar, so I had to keep the leash pretty tight on him. He struggled a bit then sat down. I had to wait until he was calm and then started walking him across the street to my car. At that point a hysterical woman pulled up behind my car and jumped out. She was sobbing and holding the dog's collar. Apparently he had wriggled out of his collar when they were on a walk and just took off. At this point I was willing to call the race off as a loss, and just head to the venue to cheer my coworkers on.
I drove the speed limit to the venue. Just before the exit to the venue there was a wreck, which maaaajorly slowed down the traffic. No worries, I'm just spectating. At that point it was 10 min from the start of the wave we were supposed to run. I'd been in contact with one of my coworkers and told her to not wait, that Id either catch up (ha!) or I'd see them at the finish. 50 min later I pull into a parking spot. I get a call from my coworker that they had waited, and to hurry my butt up to the start line. WHAT?! DAMMIT! So I *sprinted* about a mile (fuck man, I don't run that fast), and was just in time to head off into the sea of people with my coworkers.
We kept together for the first 1/4 mile or so, but my partner wanted to run, so run we did. She ended up having to take a few quick walk breaks, but I talked her through it. This was her first 5k, and by goodness she did great! At one point I wondered how the hell I became that person that coaches and encourages people through their races. I felt completely and utterly fine through the whole race, despite sprinting that initial mile to the start line. I have no idea what our time was as it wasn't chipped or timed at all.
Wow! You made it through a lot to do that race. Congrats! You are also so kind to have stopped & rescued that dog. On a busy street I'm sure he could have easily gotten hit if not for you.