As I do on most Saturday mornings in Summer, last Saturday I headed out for a race. This race is one of the toughest around because there are two seriously steep hills along the way, though once you conquer the two hills, it is all downhill from there. It is called the Sun.rise Mon.ster and trust me the name is very very appropriate. I always do the baby Monster which is 5km, for the very brave there is 10km Mini Monster and for the
crazy extremely brave runners there is the ultimate 32km ( I call them crazy brave because a friend who runs marathons and has done the comrades a couple of times, says she would rather do a 56km than do this 32km)
Last weekend, the sun didn’t rise, hence the title of my post
Anyway, at the second hill last weekend, there was a man in wheel chair, there was no way he could have gone up that hill (every time I am at a race in that neighborhood, I wonder how the residents drive up and down the hill -would be good for learning to drive a manual car though) so my friend and I decided
stupidly bravely to give him a helping hand, all good no problems there, until another man decided we could not walk up and pushed us from behind up the hill, which meant we had to run. Mind you when I do this races, I walk most of the way because I know I can walk 10km or more, but I can not run 1km even if my life depended on it (ok maybe if it did I would be able to). So after the hill, I had to slow down considerable and ended up doing 5km in 51 mins, which is baaaaaaaad.
I made a big realisation in the process, I should not attempt to run, just walk briskly as I always do, slow down when I feel like it and enjoy the scenery as I go along and take my tonnes of random pictures while at it (my consolation, if I was running I would never get these pictures 🙂 😉 )
Afterwards, I went to the gym and got my spinning fix
Hope you had a nice weekend? And your week is going well so far?