Pi Day & Racing: What Could Have Been An EPIC Fail…

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HAPPY PI DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let me proceed.

For those who don’t know me, Pi day is my absolute favorite holiday of all time. And this year had to be super special because well it’s the only one that I’m going to see at this moment (3.14.15) I really honestly hoped to be married today because I really am THAT much of a nerd……. Don’t judge. BUT according to the Government, I’m still considered “single”. It’ll come one day.

MOVING ON.

So, in determining how to celebrate this FREAKING AWESOME day, I decided to run my first 10k race. Why not race on my favorite holiday? I love running and racing and Pi! Plus, I haven’t run a 10k before – though, I have to admit in December I did run a 12k; so distance isn’t really the reason. I just wanted to run something other than another 5k…

Well, let me tell you. This race had to be one of my most hilariously stupid memorable races I have ever been in. I did so terribly that it’s super funny! But for real, this was horrendous:

  • First, my little puppy, Charlee, kept me up almost every other hour having to go outside. So that was nice. Love her to death, but she better break this habit once Spring Break is over…Displaying 2015-03-10 16.38.14.png
  • Second, boyfriend didn’t attend because of the weather – which I totally get. Racing on the outside is boring as fuck. I just really enjoy seeing him at the finish line – selfish, I know.. It makes me super dooper happy. Anyway, that wasn’t really an issue. I’ve gone to races alone before; I just wanted to throw it into the pot.
  • Moving on, the weather was stupid. It was cold and pouring rain. This was the very first race that I have actually run in where it was DOWNPOURING almost the entire time. It was so bad I had to wrap my phone in saran wrap…… I mean I’ve run in drizzle or a light mist, but never like “where are my rainboots?” rain.
  • Then, I was almost late to line up because of the damn port-a-potty line. Normally, I give myself plenty of time for this, however, it was an emergency. Trust me, now being a pro at port-a-potties while wearing a tutu, I give myself plentyyyy of time to handle that shit.
  • Since I was almost late to line up, I was pretty much at the end of the 10k line. Okay fine, I didn’t think anything of it until I began running. I was pretty much left in the dust. Now I know why I start in the middle front….
  • The road was fine except for the ungodly amount of hills with sopping wet pine needles – it’s slippery as fuckkkkk. However, I ran up every single one of those hills thank you very much. On a slightly different note, my county has no freaking idea how to deal with cars during race hours. This was my second race where fucking public cars were on the route! GET THEM OUT! It’s dangerous – especially when the fuckers speed past you. If you need to deal with public, CHANGE THE ROUTE. Runners don’t care about running up grass hills or shit. Hell, I’d prefer that over a speeding car on the route.
  • Since I was pretty much at the end of the line to begin with, I basically ran the route by myself with two twig bitches in front of me. I would pass them – while they were walking – and then suddenly they would run about 0.25mi in front of me, then walk again. This happened the entire freaking race. Bitches.
  • I didn’t let any of that deter me. I ran the entire time and finished the race in 76 minutes. (funny story: I initially thought the clock said 80.5 minutes……then the official times were announced..damn rain) I didn’t think I did too badly. I knew I could do much much better. But considering the circumstances, I did fine. It wasn’t until I got the official times when I realized that I placed 107 out of 112 runners. hahahahahahaha what? I don’t care where I placed, but dude, I SUCKED. I can’t help but to laugh at this ranking! Man, it’s terrible for someone who runs as much as I do. ahahahahahahaha

Despite all these negative things that happened, here are the positives and what I had learned:

1. Yeah, the weather SUCKED, but the energy was great. Everyone still had awesome attitudes and eager to run the races.

2. I have no regrets in participating. I had a blast.

3. I finished the race and that’s all that matters.

4. I’ve always been aware of the “one day you’ll place first, and one day you’ll finish dead last” saying. I try to have this outlook because it keeps me staying positive. Just like the Bill Nye quote: You’ll meet someone who’s smarter than you, and one who will not be as smart as you. Well, today I pretty much lived this saying. It’s okay to finish close to last. Builds character.

5. I ran this entire race. I only slowed down at the water stations so I wouldn’t choke. I’m proud of what I did, and how far I have come. My very first 5k time was 55 minutes. To run two 5ks in 20 minutes more than that initial time is rather humbling for me. I never would have thought that I would get this far in running.

Long story short, yeah basically this race could have ruined my day. But I didn’t let it. I kept my spirits up and looked on the bright side. It’s amazing what you can do when you change your perspective.

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xo, LZE

Do what you’re afraid to do

Do what you’re afraid to do.

Takes more guts than you think but it’s an honest statement. You will learn more about yourself if you face your fears. I’m not saying if you are terrified of heights to jump out of a plane. I’m moderately afraid of heights but I walked across 7 bridges only suspended by rope on the top of a rainforest canopy. I had to really trust physics there.
No. I’m saying that if you don’t like something or if something makes you nervous or anxious or scared, do it.

Before May 2013, I never traveled out of the country. I went to Ghana on a service learning trip for a month because I loved the purpose of the trip. While this was a school event and people could go with their friends and such, I chose my first abroad trip to a developing country with 20 students and 3 faculty members. I knew one person – a faculty member. I knew this faculty member fairly well, as well as you can know your professor, but it’s quite different than knowing a student in this situation. I was a picky eater & I tend to be a bit socially awkward. I don’t know what the heck I was thinking but I’m sure as hell glad that I did this. I had the time of my life.  I made a ton of new friends. Tried things I was close minded about. I learned more about myself, which often you don’t think can happen, but it did.
Since that trip I’ve been much more open to trying things that pretty much terrify me. I don’t like large groups of people or being alone but I now go to things alone where I know large groups of people are going to be present. I approach people I don’t know and talk to them. I smile and say hi more often. I even decided to be a teacher.
I’m confident in my abilities and the knowledge I possess but there’s always something that says I’m not good enough. Which should really shut up because I’m tired of hearing it. I’m really nervous about being a teacher. So many young students looking to me for guidance and wisdom. Isn’t that what older people do? Do they see me as old? That’s weird. It’s super weird that I am going to be equals with my own teachers. To think that I’m going to be that person a student doesn’t think a teacher does – like watch tv. Granted I don’t really watch tv but idk what I thought my teachers did when I was growing up. I assumed they did grown up things; not the things that I usually did. SHOCKER they’re human too ya dummy. It’s a weird concept.
Back to my point, I’m nervous about being a good teacher and living up to these kids’ expectations. Which is good because I wouldn’t be nervous if I didn’t care and if I wasn’t excited about it. I believe you get nervous with something you’re passionate about because you care that much.

I also like to worry. But worrying too much is not good.

Long story short, do what you’re afraid to do but don’t worry too much about it. 🙂

 

xo, LZE