Yes I have gone AWOL.
In the case of Sheila vs. the Jeep Patriot, the Jeep won…and I spent a bunch of the month sidelined.
About the only running I was doing, was a fondant version of me atop my birthday cake.
Now I’m in PT, working on rehabbing the ankle and can run about 3 miles at a time.
On Memorial Day, one of my favorite events is the Renegade Race Series Laguna Hills 5k, 10k and Half Marathon. Strawberry and I set out for what was supposed to be an enjoyable morning and ended up with me looking like a terror of a mother. #funtimes
It all started out so well. Happy faces and port-a-pottie lines.
I asked him to calm down and to just focus on having fun. He retied his shoes 27 times, adjusted his sock 14 times and declared his hatred for every seam in every piece of his clothing. I told him to just get ready to have a good time and he muttered something under his breath and got even crabbier. I asked one more time what he wanted to do about the race and he said, “PR…I can do this.”
So we shot out of the gate and I told him to just follow closely behind me and I’d get him through the twists and turns that are the beginning of the course. He got mad. He yelled at me. I tried to be nice, he got angrier.
I finally pulled him off the course about a mile in and we had a little heart to heart about being nice and calm and just having fun. When it looked like we were finally on the right foot (pun intended), he went down about 1.5 miles on a corner tripping over a street grate finding himself face first in asphalt. We pulled it together, but he was officially mentally unglued.
It was a tough finish. I had to gently encourage him, “Hey kiddo, just 7 more minutes and we’re done….do you want to finish?“, “Should we walk for a few minutes?” or “Hey, do you just want to walk?” were met with growls, grumbles and “Be quiet Mom”‘s.
But we finished – he PRed (despite two stops) and all was well with the world….or at least it was once I had a cup of coffee.
Sadly I understand his agitation and anger during the race. Some races I’m just crabby during the event and then after I’m asking when to sign up for the next one. Runners, we’re a crazy breed.
What was your last race?
Are you a Crab McGab before or during races?