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While it may be true that charity begins at home, it is more true that if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. Happy moms create an atmosphere of Happiness. Having a fabulous people around to support you in this effort essential. Especially fabulous friends. A few months back a group of us committed to run the Shamrock Shuffle to help us along on this happiness project.
Despite the desire to stay in bed on the a cold and wet morning, we all meet at the ‘L’ and headed downtown for the race. Peer pressure can be a good thing. It just took a strategically worded question “Who is up for a run?” to get us all to agree. At the end of the day it wasn’t about the finish times, it was truly about running with the gals and having fun. For me, it was nice to run with other people again, I haven’t had running partners in a long time. It made me realize how much I miss it! We had fun despite the crappy weather and EVERYONE ran a great race, especially considering it was a first race for a few. Brunch afterward was great too. Everyone is excited to sign-up for another race. Love it!
While I say it was not about finish times, it is hard not to watch the clock. In the end I finished with my slowest time by a mere 30 seconds. I can live with that considering how little I trained.
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The Shamrock Shuffle came at the perfect time, considering all the eating I did this weekend. Though truth be told I ate my weight in tater tots immediately following the race which quickly undid any benefit of running an 8K. It was an accomplishment that I felt comfortable throughout the race, in past years my feet have felt like cement blocks. Let’s hope that continues as this week begins my training for the Bay to Breakers* race in May. I took a closer look at the course. How does a Midwesterner effectively train for a course with an 11.15% grade increase?
* No, I will not be running nude or even in costume!
Good for you! Looks like fun!
Nothing like good friends to share stuff with.
The only reason you ran it 30 seconds slower than before is that you were too sweet to leave me in the dust until I finally cried out "Save yourself Jacky!" and set you free to run at your much faster pace. (Was that a run-on sentence?)
Not at all, you kept me going at a great pace. Though you did provide comic relief to many a runner with your "Tell my family I love them" comment.