Running, Race Nerves and Randoms

Ya’ll I am so glad it’s Friday, how about you?

Yesterday, I got up very early and ran 5 miles around the neighborhood. It was pretty humid out but not unbearable. I ran negative splits again. I’m practicing negative splits with pretty much every run lately.


Believe me when I say negative splits are not an easy thing to master but once you do, it makes a huge difference. I ran 4 more miles this morning and I ran hills, and I still managed to pull off negative splits. Not a fan of hills by the way, but I ran up and down those hilly beasts like a boss and I am pretty proud of myself.

I believe negative splits are the main thing that’s going to help me reach my goal of a sub 2 half marathon, well that and all the cannoli’s I’ve been eating.

Each day after I run I take the dogs for a walk. It gives me a chance to cool down and stretch a bit and the dogs get their much needed exercise and also because look how cute they are….

Boomer And Hank

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I’m still really nervous about my race this weekend. I am hoping it isn’t real humid or hot and I hope my Achilles behaves! I have a strategy but it may change based on the weather so we shall see….Do you get overly preoccupied with a race and nervous to the point where you get a little scatterbrained? I mean like forgetting where you parked your car? Uh, Okay.

Well, anyway, yesterday I forgot where I parked the car. MacGyver and I had gone to Target and after a shopping trip that was anything but enjoyable we were so flustered we couldn’t find the car.

At that point I did the only thing that I could do and I used my proven method for finding the car in a crowded parking lot. I’m not sure whether MacGyver was horrified or impressed because he just stood there with his mouth open as I hit the panic button on my key fob and followed the sounds to my car.

I don’t think I will tell him that this is how I find my car on the reg. In fact, I once told a mall security officer that someone might have broken into my car because I could hear the alarm but I could not find my car. I made up this story about how I thought I had parked in spot A but it wasn’t there and I wasn’t sure if that was exactly where I parked it or if someone had tried to take it because I thought I could hear the alarm. He drove me around in his golf cart for 35 minutes until we located it….right where I had parked it.

I never told Mr. Mall Security that I set off the panic button so I had to spend an additional 20 minutes while he ‘inspected’ my car for signs of forced entry. The next time I lose my car, I will not enlist the help of mall security no matter how comfy the golf cart looks.

Now, if you’re not laughing at me, go laugh at these funny runners:

Do you get nervous when you have an upcoming race? Have you ever lost your car in a crowded parking lot?