Prepare for Everything, Still have Nothing.

Sometimes the best laid plans still fall short.   You think you’ve got it all together only to realize that you haven’t got a clue.   That was kind of how this weekends run started out.   As I said to Dawn on the way there, ” Things always work out the way they are supposed to.   Even if that’s not how you planned it.”

This past weekend was another 9 plus 1 run in the city.    In the past, there have been a group of us who would drive in together.   Usually, the driver is someone who is familiar with getting in and out of the city.   Someone who knows the lay of the land if you will.    But this weekend the clown car was unavailable which meant that my cohort in crime and I had to get there and back on our own.   Now I am not afraid to drive anywhere solo.   I’ve even driven my kids to Florida and back.  I’m also contemplating taking them to Texas this summer.   Doesn’t bother me at all.   The difference is that this is usually on my schedule and usually there isn’t an event starting at a specific time such as was happening on Saturday.   Still we were confident in our ability to get there and meet up with another Mama runner.

We knew that since it was an 8:00 AM start time that once again we would need to leave before the sun.    All was set.   Clothes laid out.   Bag with Bib all packed.  Garmin loaded with street near the entrance of the Park.   We were good to go!   Then I realize that the Garmin wants to take me a totally foreign way.   When going into the City, I would normally take the tunnel, but for some reason my Garmin wanted to take me over one of the bridges.   She kept leading me astray.   I was getting annoyed with her and myself for not waiting till we got to the City to listen to her.   Time was ticking.   It was closer than we would have liked, but we did get there with a little bit of time to spare.

Besides the Garmin issue though, we realized that we did not have pins for our Bibs.   I didn’t think to check the bag for them as they are usually there.   I also thought that I had my handy dandy safety pin bracelet in my running bag.   Nope, not this time as I needed it.    Luckily I had a belt in my bag to use and Dawn did have one pin.   Still it put a crinkle in things and added some unneeded stress.

Once we get to the streets close to the park entrance, it is time to find the perfect parking spot.  Of course, it is a Saturday morning in NYC and there are no spots.   We are running out of time to look for one, so we end up just pulling into a parking garage.    Things to remember when parking your car in a garage for a race:

1.  You do not have the luxury of going through your running bag to calmly get your sh*t together.

2.  You do not have time to put your compression socks on.

3.  You will forget your arm sleeves that you end up not needing but still.

4.  You will also forget your hair band, but end up liking your hair down in your pictures anyway.

5.   You will feel a little panicked and out of sorts literally jumping out of your car and not taking a moment

6.  It all works out in the end.

7.  You arrive at your corral with literally only a few minutes to spare.   Giving you time to think about removing your throw away shirt.

Now one of the reasons that I wanted to do this run besides needing it for the 9 plus 1 is that it sounded like a fun event and it was.  It was the kickoff to Scottish Week.   There were bagpipers along the course, lots of people running in kilts, and just a gorgeous day.   I, shockingly, was one of those people running in a kilt.   Although mine was more of a tutu than an actual kilt.   I wanted to be fun.  I wanted to have fun.    I wasn’t in it for a PR (personal record).  I’ve actually only run one other 10K and that was when I was training very heavily for the Hat Trick.   This was going to just be a race to get me a check mark and for some fun.

A funny thing happened along the way though.

The race started.   It was packed.   Packed.  Packed. Packed.   Dawn had decided that she was going to run with the other MRTT Mama and go for a potential PR.   I had decided that I was just going to see how I felt and go with the flow.   I’ve still been fighting these pesky foot issues and really haven’t been giving it my all.   Race starts and we begin the bob and weave.    We end up splitting up as we were in a huge field of other runners.   Just keeping running.   I just kept telling myself it was only 6 miles.    A nice training run.   I go out fairly strong.   Experience a little foot discomfort, but nothing I haven’t felt before.   Then one mile down.   Then another.   By mile three, I’m realizing that I’m making good time.   By mile five, I realize that I could potentially PR which at this point I think would be cool.   By mile six, I know I’m going to be close.   I actually walked for a bit before someone with a Scottish accent, said something to me about keep going.   So I ran some more.   I finished.

Official Time 57:08

Previous 10K 57:19

Whew, that was close!

Then again, this wasn’t part of the plan, but it was a very nice bonus!

Moral of the story, sometimes you just have to roll with life.   You can plan all you want.   You can think you’ve got it all under your control, but the truth of the matter is that the best things in life happen when your not.

Finally,

Always tutu!

Scotland 10K

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