Monster Dash 5K Recap

I was feeling some pretty serious anxiety over the fact that I was going to run a 5K on Saturday. I’ve “run” 5Ks before – mostly untrained. Most of them ended in tears. I was feeling “okay” about the Monster Dash. I wasn’t sure how it would go because I had only gotten half way through my 5K training and honestly had kind of abandoned it to go with running 5 minutes, and walking 1 minute intervals. It seemed like a good way to get through it without being sorely disappointed in myself.

I spent some time getting ready for the race on Saturday morning. I had painted my nails the night before. It felt silly to put on make-up to go run, but I generally feel more put together when I’ve thrown some make-up on. My costume for the race was a tutu I made and my Vote No t-shirt. Anyone who knows me, knows I am crazy about this election season. So why not make myself a walking political statement?

 

After I got ready, I went to a coffee shop down the street to get a small chai and a banana. The barista and I had a good conversation about the race and how adorable my tutu was. She wished me luck and I was on my way.

I didn’t truly understand how massive this race was and how stupid parking would be. I parked a few blocks away and walked to where the race would start. I was getting kind of nervous. As I was standing around, just observing everyone, a woman came up to me to thank me for my costume. We – okay, she talked about the amendment and how terrible it is. I just nodded along. We hugged a few times and I may have teared up a bit. But it was good – and I was happy to see other folks in tutus and their Vote No t-shirts.

So, the race.

It seriously took 5 minutes for me to even get to the starting line. That’s how large this race was. I found it difficult to break away from the crowd, but I also found the crowd energizing. I must have this weird issue with my emotions because when I was running at the end, I started to tear up. I think it was a mix of feeling proud of myself for not giving up – for only walking when I planned on it (for the most part) and for shaving 5 minutes off my time from last weekend.

There are a lot of people in my life who would probably be shocked I willingly ran 3.1 miles. Heck, in grade school, I mostly refused to run the 1 mile you had to do twice a year and now running is slowly becoming my sport of choice.

I was super grateful my friend Holly came to meet me at the finish line. I was grateful she came out even in this cold weather. I was attempting to spot her in the crowd as I ran up to the finish line but it’s really overwhelming when there are so many spectators.

So, I finished.. slowly. 41.55. Much faster than last weekend, but now I have a time to work to beat. So that’s exciting.

Also, I’m kind of obsessed with my finisher’s medal. I texted my dad later that night with a photo and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever won a medal before.”

Maybe next time I’ll actually invite my family. But I’m sure it would be super boring for them.

OKAY ONE MORE PHOTO OF HOW AWESOME MY MEDAL IS. (my shoes are cute, too.)

 

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Aside

I have hives, but I have not lost my sarcasm.

Life has been sort of stupid lately. I don’t think I’ve talked about this or really mentioned it in detail. I’m still not going to rehash the details, but I’ve had this crazy epidemic of hives. I call it epidemic because I am a middle child and thus super dramatic. Actually, I’m just dramatic in general because I spent much of my younger years on stage.

In any case – these dang hives. I really have no clue what is causing them at this point. It’s super attractive to be in a work meeting and scratching the ever living daylights out of your arm.

Before you all try to play doctor on me, don’t. I am seeing an allergist in November. I hope the stick me with all kinds of needles and find out I am allergic to life and I can never work again.

I’m just kidding. But I am hoping they figure out what’s wrong because it’s made me pretty down in the dumps about everything, the antibiotic makes me sleepy and well, new hives spring up every day, and that’s just annoying.

On the bright side – I’m staying busy. It makes me dwell less on the situation at hand and time is flying by so the month I’m having to wait to get to the specialist is almost up.

The downside?

BEER GIVES ME HIVES.

Anyone who knows me knows I have a strong affinity to beer. So this makes me quite sad and I am not drinking beer right now. Don’t worry – I’m making up for the calories elsewhere.

Is anyone else running the Monster Dash 5K on Saturday? If you are, just look for the girl in the blue and orange tutu in support of MN United for all Families. You may also find me on the side of Lake Harriet curled up in a ball if I decide running a 5K is not in the cards. So really, this is a cry for help. Don’t leave me on the side of the road.

So, really.

Who is running this thing on Saturday? I need moral support.

Vote No, Minnesota.

I am taking today off from talking about my stupid journey to talk about something that is quite frankly more near and dear to my heart.

On November 6, 2012, Minnesotans are going to the polls to vote on two amendments.  Today I’d like to tell you why I’m going to Vote No against the gay marriage amendment. This amendment will make it illegal in the state of Minnesota for same sex couples to marry. In fact, it’s still illegal today and will be illegal even if the amendment doesn’t pass. Opposing the amendment simply keeps the door open for conversation.

This amendment in its purest form is discrimination. It is saying, “Hey, you. Yeah, I know you’re gay and you didn’t choose this for yourself, but I’m just going to go ahead and say since homosexuality makes me uncomfortable, I’d like to take your freedom to marry away.”

WHAT. THE. DEUCE.

I have no right to tell two people who are in love that they can or cannot get married. I have been beyond blessed in my life to attract gay men into my life the same way tacos attract a good beer. I have learned so much from my friends since the ripe age of 17 when my first friend came out to me.

What people don’t realize (and this is all my personal opinion) is no one would choose a life in which they are discriminated against and judged day after day. Who wants to walk down the street and be called fag or some other derogatory comment? No one. I don’t want to live in a world where we start to take away freedoms from people.

I want to live in a world where I can go to happy hour with my friends, regardless of sexual orientation and gush over wedding plans. I want to live in a world where all my friends can feel comfortable to be who they are as individuals and not cut off parts of themselves or feel as though they need to “feel out” a crowd before saying, “Okay, I can be this person tonight.”

You want to know how opposing the gay marriage amendment might impact you? I have no idea because if you are a heterosexual, this won’t change your life. You won’t be discriminated against. No one is taking away your freedom to marry the person you love.

Could you imagine that? Imagine waking up tomorrow and someone came to you and said, “You can’t marry the person you love because you are straight.” Say that out loud and realize how infantile it is to even be talking about it.

My friends who are gay want the same opportunities to fight with spouses, screw up their kids and have a family the same way I will some day.

Don’t limit the freedom of my best friend to be able to get married. Vote No on November 6, Minnesota.

On running & weight-loss.

There’s this weirdness that comes with actually losing weight. It’s clothes fitting better, people noticing the changes you don’t notice with your body and the “OMG HOW ARE YOU DOING IT?” questions.

How am I doing it? I always jokingly say, “I’ve stopped eating.” But it’s kind of true. I mean, I still eat, but I’m very particular about what I’ll allow myself to eat. I’m pretty specific with it during the week and allow myself to be a little naughty over the weekend. Eggs? They are my best friend. I’ve always been really hard on programs such as Medifast. I say this because I want to figure out how to do this without losing the routine of my regular life. The reality is – sometimes I am on the run and I need to figure out how to eat on the run and not ruin myself. The other reality? Let’s say I am on the run and the easiest thing for me to do is to go through the McDonald’s drive-thru. I am not saying this is a good idea or do it all the time, but it is ONE meal. Guess what, dingbats, one meal isn’t going to make me gain five pounds. Get over it. And no, I have not eaten McDonald’s since I’ve started tracking what I eat. I am just saying. Subway continues to be my go-to “on the run” meal.

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I really told myself I wasn’t going to make this blog about every single pound I lose. But I guess you have to celebrate something. I’ve lost 11 pounds. That feels fairly significant and worth writing about. To be able to say I’ve lost that much feels good. I may or may have not done this weird dance on the scale. And then I got off and had my hand over the mouth and kept thinking to myself, “NUH UH. NO WAY.” So then I got back on the scale to make sure it wasn’t lying. I was so perplexed because I weighed myself in the evening when I’d be at my heaviest, theoretically. So the next morning I woke up and weighed myself again just to be sure. And low and behold, I indeed lost 11 pounds and that feels good for so many reasons. I’m sticking to something and finding it works. I’m not compromising my social life and I am figuring it out on my own. No one is telling me what to eat or how to do it. And I like that.

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I am becoming wildly obsessed with running. I am almost half-way through the Couch to 5K plan. I’m running a 5K before I finish the program. I thought it would just be fun to do it and it’s not about my time, or whether I run the whole thing. It’s about getting out there, being active and having FUN. There are so many times when I find myself running and I’m just smiling for no good reason. It’s stupid and feels great. So that photo. That photo I took after running on Monday. I had gone my longest distance without stopping and didn’t want to die. Progress is here and it’s happening.

And you, how are you? What good things can you tell me today?