Last night was my last group run with my 5K training program. We did about 3.5 miles on a flat route...and I needed a walk break. A walk break, for the love! I think I'm actually regressing in anticipation of my very first race this Saturday. Please just look for me at the back of the pack with the little old ladies and their walkers.
Plus, our route was on a sidewalk along a busy street for about the last mile, so needless to say, our long line of runners was getting cat calls. While on that stretch, I let my running friend go ahead as I took my 30-second walk break. As I started running again, I'm positive I heard some guy in a passing car yell, "Hey fat a**!" Yeesh. Way to tear a girl's heart out.
One of my coaches said a huge percent of doing your best during a race is mental, anyway. Time for me to quit whining and get my (fat?) bootay in gear.