Happy Black Friday!
I should start by saying that this Thanksgiving was certainly unlike any I have ever had before. I started by day by waking up at 6am, hemming & hawing over what I should eat, if I should go back to bed, etc. Then around 7:30 I go to head out to run my first 7k and decide to take a gander out of the window. RAIN, of course! I hardly have appropriate winter running gear, let alone rain gear - who the hell does anything in the rain? I wake up my boyfriend to ask him what I should do (secretly hoping he tells me to go back to bed), I'm advised to throw on a rain coat and/or a poncho. Luckily, I have recently added both to my wardrobe since Baltimore is conveniently located in the middle of Seattle.
The entire drive downtown I am thinking - I can't believe its raining. I received an email about parking, yet no one has thought to email me about the rain. I'm going to catch a cold and become deathly ill - I have zero time off from my new job. Should I wear my raincoat or my poncho - both happen to be red so color choice was not part of the decision. I finally decide alright, the raincoat may be more uncomfortable and restricting - however it does provide warmth which a poncho does not. I choose the raincoat and head in to check-in for the race. Well, aren't I the cats meow running in my Steve Madden raincoat in a sea of devoted Under Armour patrons. Not only am I the most fashionable, but I decided that is was essential to keep my head dry during this potential disaster that is the Gobble Cobble Turkey Trot.
So I begin the race as little red riding hood, choosing to hang back to avoid early exhaustion which is what happened at my 5k the week prior. I quickly realize the rhythmic thumping of my hood on my hairline is going to drive me nuts before I'm even a 1/4 of a mile in and I lose the hood. Honestly, I could feel the other runners respect for me rise as soon as it fell onto my shoulders. Now I must deal with my hood strings jingle-jangling in front of my face - this is an issue that I had to revisit often throughout my run. However, my hood and fashionable raincoat quickly become concerns of the past when I realized why it is called the Gobble Cobble and not Gobble Gobble. I am now running in the rain on cobblestone! Cobblestone!!! If you have ever visit the Fells Point section of Baltimore, you can attest that the workmanship on these stones is not the best and you may even think half of them are missing. Now I am battling other runners for sidewalk space and praying I don't break an ankle 8mins in.
Out of Fells Point and onto the Inner Harbor, which happens to be one of my faves. All the while I have been encouraged by Baltimore's finest who happen to be blocking the road and directing me - both of which I am greatly appreciative for. I now reach the end of the race, alive and with my super fancy raincoat tied around my waist. I'd love to share the time I finished in (especially because I think it is 15mins faster than what I allowed myself) but I was never told a time. I am praying it is put on the website sometime before next Thanksgiving. Or I'll just lie and tell everyone I finished in 20mins and am the next Steve Prefontaine.
I drag myself back to Howard county to then immediately shower and head to MoCo for thanksgiving dinner. Thanksgiving goes on and on, somehow I am still awake and walking - although I wished for neither. Finally make it home, pass out, wake up on the couch - go to bed, pass out... Wake up this morning for WORK (on the holiest of all holy days) and still feel like half of myself is missing.
The energy I exuded yesterday during my run.... I'd like to know where it is and who the hell stole it because it certainly is no longer with me. So here I sit at work - alone, tired & wishing I had eye drops. Sure I get to leave in an hour, but I must drive directly to the metro (I loathe the metro even more than a real train) and proceed to the nation's capital to watch the great Alexander Ovechkin embarrass some Canadians. And while I should sound pumped, especially since we have box seats - all I can think about is the absurd metro ride home and then the drive home. I get metro sick, and it doesn't help when 4000 of your closest friends hop on, reeking of beer, and screaming about a sport they don't even understand.
All the while my poor adorable puppy waits at home alone. Well hopefully she's at home because I overheard coworkers talking about a dead dog on the side of rt 100... I already ambushed them with a zillion questions as to the location, type of dog, size of dog, etc. It really couldn't be Sophie unless she was headed to Annapolis for some reason and if this kid thinks a Yorkie is a mid-sized dog.
I know she doesn't have my energy since I had to drag her out of bed this morning for a walk. So where is it? Huh Mr. Newton? I need to know and I refuse to wait until Sunday evening to find it.
Either way I hope there is a bed in the box at Verizon Center because it has my name all over it....
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