Well to be honest, the 10k I did earlier today for my community college did not start out as in remembrance for Boston. Exactly seven days ago I was given the news, "Taylor, you are going to run the 10k next week."
NOTE: 10K IS 25 LAPS
I seriously wanted to laugh at my coach, but of course being the great actress that I am I responded, "You got it coach."
The first day after that I ran an hour and I kept thinking "Those twenty-five laps are going to be the end of me." Then the bombing at Boston happened, and when things like that happen it seems like time stands still. That we're reminded that we're human and that horrible things do happen for uncertain reasons. My heart and condolences go out to everyone that was affected in some way by this occurance.
After Monday I went with the attitude of, "Hey it's twenty-five laps. You can do this. Do it for Boston!" Now I was also hyperventilating the night before, and plagued with the though that I would be running so slow that the officials would ask me off the track before I finished the race.
Today, my team and I arrived fifteen minutes before the 10k. The other teams were waiting for us. Can you believe it? So we just went for it. My coach looked me in the eye and said, "Taylor just finish."
No warm up paired with the fastest potty break in the history of all potty breaks and a quick prayer sent up to God and the race before I could check if my laces were tied. By lap 7 I was able to look down and check.
After 55 minutes of thinking, "Why am I here? Why am I here?" I was finished. It felt great. I took a nap and watched my coach race the steeple- which apparently I am running next week as well! Sad note: I didn't get my team any additional points!!!! SORRY GUYS!!!!!
On another note there is a guy on my distance team who always asks if I blog about him. Finally I can respond: yes. Here's your shout out Eli in a haiku poem just for you.
Eli is so sly
He runs so fast he could fly
His eyes are pretty
Sunday is tomorrow, I'm shooting a music video for my college Christian group. Hopefully.
Peace out!
- Taylor, the Runnah
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
3 Hour Naps and 1000m Laps
I want to start this post off by saying: Happy Belated Easter and April Fool's Day!
Today, was the end of my hiatus with track practices. I'm sure my coach and the various runners thought I dissolved into a puddle of shame. These half-hyena runners have been nice, well, mainly the girls. To be honest, I barely remember all the guys' names. They all clump together and I try to remember them!!! I feel so bad sometimes at the meets I go to. I have to resort to "Go [insert name of community college]" which I guess is better than just watching and giving no support.
So I went into the track meet frustrated, cranky, crabby, stressed out. You name it I was not feeling practice. I was praying to God to make it hail, but than I thought, "We would still have to run!" The real reason of my anxiousness is the fact that I have come to accept that I am the worst one on the whole track team!
In all honesty, I am so grateful that everyone on the team is super nice and friendly. Without that I might have cried. Yet, it's always great to have a big piece of humble pie when the week starts I have come to learn.
I'm just odd.
It works.
On with the day~
My distance coach which we shall name, "The Timer" seemed to be a no-show. I looked to the sky at one point and said, "Is this our compromise God?" I started to relax, talk to my fellow runners and lo and behold he shows up!
He comes and says, "We're doing five 1000m."
SIDE NOTE: 1000M IS APPROX. 2 AND A HALF LAPS AROUND THE TRACK
Gag me with a spoon!
Luckily, I have a great runner mates. One in particular is always challenging me.
The best thing that happened was The Timer said for our last 1000m we could do one strong 400. So again I think, "Great, I'm going to die."
Then when we started it was like someone lit a firecracker on my feet. I felt like a newborn horse! I legit had no idea what my legs were doing! Before I knew it I had 100m to go. The finish line is just within reach.
I looked up and saw that my two runner gals were just barely in front of me. So I pushed and kicked my booty! I was all in it!
Almost there...
Finished!
I ended up finally not being last. In my career as a college track runner I was finally not last.
Then I went home on the bus with SmilingSavemart (another distance runner who always smiles and works at Savemart) and we talked. It was nice. I took a 3 hour nap and woke up. Just about to do some homework!
So the moral of today was don't judge how the day will turn out. You might be surprised and end it with a smile.
How about you? Any one ever have those days? Leave a comment I would love to read about it! :)
Have a blessed week,
Taylor
Today, was the end of my hiatus with track practices. I'm sure my coach and the various runners thought I dissolved into a puddle of shame. These half-hyena runners have been nice, well, mainly the girls. To be honest, I barely remember all the guys' names. They all clump together and I try to remember them!!! I feel so bad sometimes at the meets I go to. I have to resort to "Go [insert name of community college]" which I guess is better than just watching and giving no support.
So I went into the track meet frustrated, cranky, crabby, stressed out. You name it I was not feeling practice. I was praying to God to make it hail, but than I thought, "We would still have to run!" The real reason of my anxiousness is the fact that I have come to accept that I am the worst one on the whole track team!
In all honesty, I am so grateful that everyone on the team is super nice and friendly. Without that I might have cried. Yet, it's always great to have a big piece of humble pie when the week starts I have come to learn.
I'm just odd.
It works.
On with the day~
My distance coach which we shall name, "The Timer" seemed to be a no-show. I looked to the sky at one point and said, "Is this our compromise God?" I started to relax, talk to my fellow runners and lo and behold he shows up!
He comes and says, "We're doing five 1000m."
SIDE NOTE: 1000M IS APPROX. 2 AND A HALF LAPS AROUND THE TRACK
Gag me with a spoon!
Luckily, I have a great runner mates. One in particular is always challenging me.
The best thing that happened was The Timer said for our last 1000m we could do one strong 400. So again I think, "Great, I'm going to die."
Then when we started it was like someone lit a firecracker on my feet. I felt like a newborn horse! I legit had no idea what my legs were doing! Before I knew it I had 100m to go. The finish line is just within reach.
I looked up and saw that my two runner gals were just barely in front of me. So I pushed and kicked my booty! I was all in it!
Almost there...
Finished!
I ended up finally not being last. In my career as a college track runner I was finally not last.
Then I went home on the bus with SmilingSavemart (another distance runner who always smiles and works at Savemart) and we talked. It was nice. I took a 3 hour nap and woke up. Just about to do some homework!
So the moral of today was don't judge how the day will turn out. You might be surprised and end it with a smile.
How about you? Any one ever have those days? Leave a comment I would love to read about it! :)
Have a blessed week,
Taylor
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