Saturday, June 01, 2013
It is almost as though I set out to prove the old maxim about not being able to outtrain a crappy diet, reworded to "outrun". I confessed to the crappy behavior with food yesterday, and somehow even that confession didn't stop it.
This morning, as expected, my body reminded me of how badly I'd been treating it, on the 10K course. First mile, the left foot said, "nope, you are NOT going to press for speed today". (I think it was objecting to the few extra pounds the bad behavior with food was making it carry.) So I went conservative on myself, settling for slower jog, carefully evening out my foot strike, and walking intervals when it seemed right.
BUT, I did cross the finish line, in an upright position, with a smile on my face, and sprinting (for me, not YOUR pace, MOBY) at the end (which I could not pull off last year, having held nothing back).
Nearly six minutes slower. But if you self-sabotage, that truly is the expected result. So... pull up bootstraps... resolve to treat body better, because after all, even "abused" as it was the past week, it still got me through 6.2 miles in 1:05 and change, and that's not bad for a 60 year old lady! Bleah!
The body deserves better!
In scanning the results, that time was the best for 60 and up women who showed up today. They don't give age group positions for this race, but I'm a geek and I look. It's that competitor in me.
LIFE is good, Spark friends. Let's go LIVE it!
Edited to add: Oops, I missed one on the scan... a 63 year old gal named Ginger beat me by 3 minutes and 12 seconds! Well done, Ginger, you deserved it!