Saturday: 10K (6.2 mile) trail race at Ft. Steilacoom, near Tacoma, WA
Sunday: 3.5 mile recovery run (and kickball)
What a fun weekend. I’ve officially caught the racing bug! And I officially LOVE small races. People are super friendly and chatty, there’s lots of room on the course and, best of all, NO LINES. No lines at the porta-potties, no lines at registration, no lines at the post-race snack area. Fabulous.
I’m going to do a separate race recap in another post, but here’s a sneak peek: I PR’d (sort of — more on that later), got 11th overall, 6th woman and 2nd in my age category! (Another bonus of a small race: feeling like you’ve actually placed.) You will never see rankings like that from me again, so don’t get used to it. :)
Most importantly, I felt strong, kept a solid pace throughout and had a lot of fun.
Oh, and Jill and I ate and drank afterward (in Seattle) as if we’d run a marathon. We started with sangria and lunch at Kanape (salad, savory crepe, prosciutto baguette) then cocktails at Liberty Bar, then a short break and, later, a Cinco de Mayo feast at Poquitos (it was packed, but we got lucky and didn’t have to wait too long … then promptly ordered margaritas, queso fundido, an enormous tostada topped with grasshoppers and huge bowls of bean soup and tortilla soup).
Somehow we didn’t have to roll ourselves home, but I did have to undo the top button (that’s what about 6,000 calories in one day will do to you).
I stayed at Jill and Matt’s for the night, then drove back to Portland early this morning.
I had an early afternoon kickball game — we won, but it was *really* intense and I was super keyed up afterward. (Yes, I know it’s odd to be super keyed up from kickball, but it happens to me.) I was happy to go on a recovery run after the game; it calmed my nerves.
I did a nice and easy 3.5 miles, enjoyed the sunshine and wore my favorite socks:
And even though I ate for three yesterday, I still had a huge appetite today. The cure? A visit to Trader Joe’s:
How was your weekend?