ON DECK: The joy of racing
For the first time in too long, I decided to run in a race.
Having the day off on Friday, I went to the Yuma Territorial Prision to run in the Summer Solstice 5K, put on by the Yuma Desert Runners.
I hadn’t run in any races since the 2011 Portland Marathon — which means I haven’t raced in this Yuma weather.
Portland is a big running city so I didn’t know what to expect showing up to a Yuma race but was pleasantly surprised at how many smiling faces there were.
It was exciting to get the feeling of jitters right before a race again — even if it’s supposed to be a “fun run” – and since it’d been almost two full years since my last event, naturally I ran an idiotic race.
Instead of pacing myself for the 3.1 miles, I darted out of the gate like a rat with its rear end on fire. It came back to bite me when in the last mile I hardly had anything left in the tank before crossing the finish line to the tune to “Rocky.”
I was exhausted. I needed water. But I was overjoyed to be back in the racing game. Time to start looking for the next one.