I know now where my race planning was off.
You see, when I was working toward the goal of walking the 3.1 miles, I was not thinking about all the other walking involved with a race. Right now, I drive to the lake, get out of the car, walk about 10 feet and start the walking path. On the day of the race, we parked, walked 3 blocks, waited a half hour, then walked to the starting gate and started walking. Also, since I was so used to my walk, the new route seemed REALLY long. There was a slight hill at the end of the route, which seemed unnecessarily cruel. I kept thinking that the finish line must be around the next curve and it wasn't.
Also adding to the cruelty was that Silent Sam was walking beside me NOT EVEN SWEATING! The man I married can sweat in a refrigerator. Not when he walks with me apparently. I was sweating so much that my glasses were steaming up and he is having a nice walk in the park. (You could see my self esteem plummeting. I think it was a visual thing!) It was 50 degrees and foggy and I was out of my sweatshirt and down to my tee shirt before half way through the race. His hands were still cold.
Then we finished the race and had to walk 2 blocks or so back to our meeting spot (some people finished faster than others...) and then go through the lines to see what kind of race goodies were available. We picked up some water, gatorade, apples, oranges, frozen bananas and jelly bellys. Not sure that the last two were the healthiest but they were good. Then we had 3 blocks back to the car. This is the part that worried me the most - would I be able to get out of the car when we got home? I did. It seems that someone (who shall remain nameless) slept in the car on the way home. Maybe I wasn't the only one tired from the walk....
On Sunday morning, I was stiff but I got up and walked again. I will say that after I walked, I felt better. It worked out a lot of the stiffness. That was good.
Monday rained. Walking was a wash out.
Then we get to today. I no more wanted to walk then fly to the moon. Really. I didn't care that the sunrise over the lake might be beautiful or even spectacular. I didn't want anything to do with it. I was stiff, my sinus's are bothering me, and I am behind in my work.
I went anyway and did the whole 3 miles. I was slow. I felt cranky. AND I STILL DO. So for those of you who wanted this to be a lesson in "see how much better she feels after exercise", you lost out. It just was one of those days. They happen. The walk did not raise my spirits. It was slow and sloggy and blaaa.
But I went. Sometimes you just have to work through those days and hope that tomorrow will be better.
And now if you will excuse me, I think I might take a nap.
Thanks for reading!