weight today: didn't weigh, was running a little late for the race.
total lost: 9 pounds in 10 1/2 weeks
1/2 cup of oatmeal:150
1 tsp of sugar:15
Post race meal:
1 pancake:125 (est)
2 oz banana:50
1 container of strawberry yogurt:75
1 Jimmy John't turkey sub with cheese, no mayo and with mustard on:422
Today's challenge: The race.
Actual fitness: 1 mile warm-up, then 3.1 mile run.
Note on stomach upset: Thought there might be during the run, but there wasn't so that's good.
Note on picture: This is a view of my knees looking down on them. Hopefully it's not too gross for you all; they are bandaged at least?
Cruisin' For A Bruisin'
Another 5K Race
My day began at about 6:20 a.m., which is about 40 minutes later than I had planned to start it. So, I made my breakfast and ate it around 6:40 where originally I had wanted to eat it at 5:45.
I had set the alarm, but apparently hadn't had the volume on the radio turned up enough for me to hear it. And, since my body isn't used to arising at that hour....well, I suppose I'm lucky that I even woke up when I did, right?
But waking a little late didn't really stress me out. And, actually I wasn't really nervous the way I was two weeks ago when I couldn't fall asleep the night before and I was getting butterflys in my stomach.
Ahh...finally maybe I'm getting a little seasoned.
Well, recall yesterday my concern about the roads being icy? Well, I'll get to that in a minute. The temperature was a cool 19 degrees. In the whole scheme of winters in Wisconsin, 19 in the dead of winter would be considered...well, warm. But it was the first 19 degrees this winter season...so it felt cold.
So, I dressed with three layers of long sleeved shirts. A black sweat-sucking inner layer, a red cotton turtle neck and a white outer layer. I had some blue tights on with two pair of gloves (a pair of red outer) on each hand, plus a black hat. I also wore a couple outer warmer layers over this to warm up in and then take off before starting the race.
So, basically when I stripped down to race I looked like Miss America. Ya, know red, white and blue...also our wedding colors.
Because it was cold, I wanted to make sure I had at least a one mile warm-up which I was able to complete 20 minutes before the start of the race, which was at 8:00 a.m.
The whole pre-race visits to the bathroom went well. I saw my sister-in-law and wished her good luck on her 5-mile run. She mentioned that she hoped she didn't throw up during the race. And I was like, "Are you sick?"
Then two seconds later I remembered, "oh that's right she's pregnant."
She said she feels nauseous when she runs. Oh, and she's seven weeks along she found out.
Well, all the 5K runners made their way out to the start of the race. All of us were bantering about while waiting for the start of the race. And then suddenly, there was a gunshot.
There was nobody who said, "ok, five minutes till the start. Two minutes till start...30 seconds. There was no "Get ready, Get Set, Go."
There was just a gun shot and the lot of us springing into action when we realized the race had started. Someone wondered out loud if it was a bottle rocket that had gone off. I even looked behind to make sure.
But sure enough it had begun. I started my watch and took off.
Since I knew that there may not be anyone calling off times at the 1 and 2 mile marks I had looked up the course the night before and tried to figure out where those marks were. So, during the race when we reached our first turn off I looked at my watch and it was at 7:38. I knew that we were a little past the first mile at that point. I figured I wasn't too off my goal pace of 7 minute miles...perhaps a little behind.
I also noticed that my old high school running team mate, who had beaten me by one second two weeks ago was also running. We started out together and then I let her pull away from me. Not to far away... I decided, but I wasn't ready to go faster yet.
During the second mile, I felt good and began catching up to people and passing them, including my high school friend.
According to my estimates, I had between 1 1/4 to 1 1/2 mile left to go in the race when I fell.
Remember my concern about the slippery roads?
The roads were dry as a bone.
I simply stumbled or maybe didn't lift my legs high enough. Who knows. But I started falling and quickly realized there was nothing I was going to be able to do to break my fall.
To be continued.
How's everyone's weekend going? Hopefully you haven't fallen down.