Mistakes and Some Summer Fun for Mom

On my life list I wrote that my pr was 26 something...that would not be correct my friends... It is a difference of .2 miles...Let me explain. When I am doing my neighborhood runs I usually clock 3 exact miles and a 5k is 3.2...so there you go thats the difference...which when you are running is a HUGE difference because that is probably the worst part of the race-the last 2 minutes. Its funny how your brain plays with you in the end, looking on your watch and knowing that there is only about two more minutes left and thinking..."crap, i can't do this!" Damn mind- it always gets in the way.

So yesterday I went to my summer run solo and it was a blast. I need to learn not to bring the kids to everything of "mine". Plus that that is okay. When I was bringing the kids I would never get the chance to sit, enjoy a bevarage with the people I go with and just talk. I would be making everyone else happy and wind up running around with one of the two crying children. Then it was never worth it so I would leave.

One of my friends from work noticed this and mentioned (while giving me a Mary Poppins wink of an eye)that I might want to "come alone" next time. I pondered this and thought hmmm ...what a BRIGHT idea.

So yesterday, I drove myself to this beautiful Belmont Lake park on Long Island (one of my favorite parts of the runs is being introduced to all these different parks and trails that I never knew about). There is always a ton of traffic getting into the park but thats where the buzz starts from -the excitement of hearing the music, to seeing all the people, the tents and the crazies (my personal term for them) that are running before the run. This race was very, very hot but I did well and was pleased. My watch didn't pick up my time because of the water I had to throw over myself to keep my self from overheating.

When the race was done I went to cool down and then met everyone at the tent. Thats when the voice came over the speakers that everyone must leave due to the storm that was coming. We said our goodbyes and then I headed to my car...realizing CRAP...where the hell did I park in all this mess. About a half century later I found the car and noticed my friends laughing hysterical at me because apparently we parked a few cars away and it took them hmmm...about a minute to get to the car and me about 15. We spent a bit of time tailgating ... Made for a really nice night.

To top it off when I went home I looked up the race and and tried to figure out these times. I looked at all my 3.2 mile runs and realized that last night was my PR for a 5k RACE. 28:04...Hoo rah! Question for anyone that runs or knows someone who runs. To call a PR a PR should it be a race? My feeling is yes...but not positive ...let me know!