M.A.D.D. Dash 5K

I wasn’t planning on signing up for any more races in April. One was enough since I am busy licking the wounds of turning 30 and seeing my life going nowhere fast, but my girl really wanted to do it, so I finally caved and signed up! I am on a mission to do 24 races this year right…and if my life is going to turn to shit and fall into shambles at least I have that accomplishment right! LOL

We did the M.A.D.D. Dash last year and it was a nice run, but it is the same course as almost every other race we do in Ft. Lauderdale…I would like something different for a change I think, but whatever.  They did give us “Dry-Fit” shirts this year, but they are unisex and TOTALLY sux! OMG, I can’t even wear mine to bed because it is just uncomfortable.  IDK, I will just toss it in a pile with my ever growing stash of running shirts and move on.

You know what I would like…for them to start giving away Dry-fit Tank Tops or running shorts or something like that! I have so many shirts, I could start a shirt shop!!!

Anyway…back to the race, this was now my first race in the 30 – 34 age group. OMG that just sounds horrible! I don’t even want to write that.  They say age is just a number, well however they are is stupid and needs to come over here so I can hit them!

We got there nice and early and this time, my mum got to come with me! That is right, she has only been to one other race with me and that was the Jingle Bell Jog last December where I am pretty sure I left what was left of my tits after they froze off!  I was really happy to have her at one of my races, and it kinda encouraged me to push myself just that much harder. I wanted to make her proud of me, since I remember when she told me “Don’t worry Chloé, if you don’t do that well”

Well, even though I am now…over the hill…so to speak, I still managed to do ok. I set a new PR at 22:18 & placed 1st in my age group (Now 30 - 34). Maybe getting older isn’t all that bad! JK. It is horrible. Who ever said that should also be hit!

So regardless of what I say, I am pretty proud of myself, and the fact that I totally impressed my mum! She was all, Wow Chloé you are getting pretty good at this running thing!

That I am Mother, That I Am!

Even though I did do very well, I am disappointed in my overall results.  I came in 4th Overall Female & missed 3rd overall female by 1 (that right 1) bloody second. Her time was 22:17. Ugh!!!   SO CLOSE! I am just too damn competitive sometimes!

I really want to pick it up and have decided to add a new goal to 2013. I want to drop my time below 22! I would like to get to 21something, even if it is 21:59 by the end of the year. I don’t know if I will be able to do it, because dropping just a few seconds off my time is going to be hard as hell, but I want to try. It actually looks like it might be possible!

Preachers' Daughters, Another Sign of "No Hope For the Human Race"

I have recently stumbled upon another sign of how far American standards have fallen into a display of pathetic failure for the human race:

I found out Sunday (thanks to my hairdresser) that their is actually a reality show called "Preachers' Daughters" and I was then forced to suffer through an episode where I watched in stunned (semi) silence these girls proceed to rebel and embarrass themselves on national television.

Although I may not Christians or whatever Preachers are...I feel that by volunteering to be a preacher they have submitted themselves, and their families, to be held at a higher standard then the average person and they are presenting themselves as role models to ppl in that faith. I find it a little sad that they are willing to air their laundry on TV for money (be it whether they donate it to the church or use it for materialistic things) and allow their daughters to display themselves in such a manor...i.e. sneaking out of the house at night, making out with boys in front of cameras, having babies outside of marriage...things that I believe (I could be wrong) their religions look down upon and  consider "bad".

Are we that desperate for mind numbing pathetic television that we are falling deeper into some kind of twisted depravity?

Beach Beast Race

Well this month I turn 30, it is officially. I don’t know whether to scream, cry, or what. I think I am going to have a nervous breakdown. I feel like I have officially hit a point in my life where I have stopped progressing, growing, and developing. I have no relationship (being single does really sux sometimes) and I have a job, that I feel like I am stagnant in…basically, I need a change. Soon…the only thing I have going for me is my running right now so I am embracing it. Because, well running can’t leave me. :)

So this month, since I am having a big “Damn you’re getting old party” I only signed up for this race. I feel kinda bad, because I wanted to do the Doggy Run with Jake since he loved it so much last year, but it is the day after my party and I have a feeling I won’t be getting up at 7 am to run a 5K.

I signed up for the Beach Beast when I saw a Living Social Deal, I didn’t have any races yet for April and if I am going to hit 24 in 12 months, I can’t really take a month off, especially when Summer here is so hot that I don’t plan on doing many races from (June through Aug).  None of my friends wanted to sign up for it with me, so it looked like another race I was going to be doing alone. Last minute I did find out that my friend Amy had signed up with some people from her gym, but that is different. I figured I would just see her there, say HI and go about my run.

 

I meet up with her at the parking lot and we walked over together and hung out for a bit, but she was in the WAVE before mine, so as she took off, I went and chilled on the wall waiting for my wave to start. This guy came over and started talking to me…kinda, he was cute and I had seen him at a few other races, but I was pretty sure the girl staring at me was his girlfriend, so I just played nice. And what are the chances of me meeting a nice guy?? We all know how my track record is, and considering I am having a nervous breakdown about being single at 30…it might not be the best time to start talking to a cute guy!  But he told me I should run in their wave and do it with him, so I figured why the heck not!

The beach race was awesome…hard, but awesome. I had never really run on the sand before and holy cow is it harder than grass, trail and street! I felt like I couldn’t get speed up. But DAMN did cute boy take off and kick some butt, he totally smoked my ass (kinda cute) but I totally passed his friend

 

**not the girls – come to find out later, they are just all a group of friends – but I will get to that**

Running along the beach was like having your feet stuck in some type of goo. I just didn’t feel like I could get my momentum up or anything, but I totally kicked ass on the obstacles. On one of the first ones we did I watched the guy in front of me fall right over it, I had to laugh…after making sure he was OK of course.  They had “Over-Under”, walls, burpees, crap crawls, tires, rocks and more! It was a blast!

I didn’t think I did that well, but I ended up doing much better than I thought! I came in FIRST Female in my wave, and 3 Female ages 23-32

*I don't think Chris #5 & Stephan #3 are woman so let’s not count them in the Female placing. LOL)!!!

I managed to place 66th OVERALL!!! I am proud of that one, considering that is male and female.

Time: 28:52 (considering it is my first obstacle race on the beach - and running on sand suxs - I am pretty proud of that!)  Not to Shabby at all :)

I did run into the guy again after the race, he came in shortly before me, which I found kinda hot! LOL. He was...is single and we started chatting and found out that we had done some of the same races…I had seen him around before. I nicely asked about the girls with him...just "friends" - but I have heard that before. However his friend came up and totally did the cock-block thing. I wanted to give my number to the cute boy – John I think his name was – but then I would have had to give my number to his friend, which not so much. I thought it was funny, John was also an Aries…DAMN, and I am still kicking myself for not exchanging numbers with him.  Well if it was meant to be (which hello this is me…I* will never see him again) it will be, and I will run into him at another race. He told me he was doing the Single Mingle 5K, but of course that is the same day as my bday party, so I am not doing it! But nice smooth way of him asking if I was single and telling me he was! Shoot, I shoulda given him my number!  Oh well…can’t regret things that can’t be changed, just need to move forward in my nervous breakdown mid-life crisis.

Next race I am doing, I will be 30! EEEK! Please tell me, am I the only girl that has ever freaked out about turning 30? Dude, I don’t want kids, but if I did…I only have like 5 years left! Life is freaking short!

Well, I have nothing really planned until May…then I think I have to do that race with my work…not like I really want to, but it is “team” spirit or whatever and I like to run! LOL

Face Meets Wall

I, like many others, am completely addicted to pushing my body to the brink. Nothing like getting up out of bed after an intense workout the night before and feeling pain. Its a good pain and I look forward to it. 

This morning was no different, after 3 days of just non stop intense workouts, I woke up and I was so so so SOOOOO sore to!

I hobbled out of bed and stiff legged it over to the bathroom. I went to sit on the toilet this & BAM, my legs gave out.

In a pathetic attempt to catch myself and grab something anything to hold myself up, I had to make a drastic play w/ my flailing arms...only to realize that my arms are just as sore as my legs, which resulted in an extremely non-elegant  face-plant to the wall.

I look up, check sliding down the wall, hand on the floor since it was of no help in saving me and a partial buttock on the toilet only to see my dog looking at me head cocked to one side with an expression that said: dude, mum, your an idiot!

So it's a good morning. I'm now sitting at my desk now wanting to get a cup of tea, but debating if its really worth the agonizing pain that will shoot down my legs as I attempt to get up and waddle to the break room....as of right now, I am thinking it is not!