I am so incredibly proud of myself. Last Friday I ran 4km and I didn't die.
According to my 15 Goals for 2015, I wanted to run another 5k race this summer. I have been doing this since 2013 and I liked the tradition and how awesome I felt after I had completed the run. I was really not that prepared for my first run in 2013 but ended up running most of it, with a few short walking breaks throughout. I totally rocked my second run in 2014 and ran the whole 5k in less than 30 minutes!
This was my third run and I was so sure I would totally fail at the whole running part.
The reasons being:
1) I have sucked at training this summer. I started the Couch to 5k program (for the 5th time in my life) the beginning of July and did not run faithfully. With all the wedding planning and trips to Quebec, I kept taking breaks and had trouble getting back to it. I only completed 4 weeks of the 8 week program and it took me over two months to do that.
2) I have been feeling quite sick the last few weeks, mostly due to starting up all the lovely fertility medications again. I don't like to run when I feel like puking.
3) We are currently in the middle of a treatment cycle and have been getting up at 4am and going to Toronto for bloodwork and ultrasounds. I don't know about you, but after getting up so early and then getting blood taken out of me, I didn't think I'd have much energy to run.
But alas, I surprised myself and kicked ass. I ran the first 3km, walked the 4th kilometre and then ran the last one to the finish line. Go me!
This race was the most fun yet, mostly because I had a friend to run with but also because we got covered in colour! I have always wanted to do a colour run but have never had the opportunity, so when my good friend Vicky mentioned that there was one happening at the local university, we jumped at the chance. She has been faithfully running all summer and completed the whole Couch to 5k program, which I am so proud of her for. I knew that she would rock this race and I couldn't wait to cheer her on. At first she wasn't sure if she would be able to run, since it was on a Friday afternoon and she had no childcare, but Dan (my most awesome husband) offered to watch her kids and cheer us on while we ran.
We ran together for the first 1.5km and then Vicky took off while I wheezed my way through the rest. She ran the entire thing! Go Vicky!!!
We had a blast and I'm pretty sure we should make this a yearly tradition. (What do you think Vicky?)
The only downside of this awesome run, was the cleaning up part. I was really pink.
Oh and I want to take a moment to point out my genius pre-planning. See the bandanna around my right elbow? Want to take a guess what that was for? To protect my good blood drawing arm! I knew that I would be going back to the clinic the next day (and multiple more days) and didn't want to have green arms and them not be able to find a vein. So I covered it up good and protected it from any staining. Clever monkey I am.
Back to the cleaning. The shirt wasn't all that protective.
It turns out that anywhere you had colour on you and then sweat, the colour soaked into your skin. Awesome. I stripped mostly down outside (yay for private backyards!) and Dan hosed me off with the garden hose. When I had gotten most of the extra colour off of me, I headed inside for a very long shower that involved lots of scrubbing! Even then, my face and stomach are still slightly pink in colour. Oh well, it was worth it.
Has anyone else ever participated in any sort of colour run? If so, how long before your skin/hair was back to normal?