SAFETY FIRST // AN INTERESTING 4 MILE RUN
There was absolutely nothing at all typical about today’s run. NOTHING.
For starters, I randomly decided that it would be a good idea to eat a Lenny and Larry’s protein cookie approximately 1 hour before my run. I never do this. Then, even though it was like 35 degrees outside, I thought it would be a smart idea to wear gloves. I figured, the worst thing that could happen by changing up my normal routine is I would end up overheated and puking up a white chocolate macadamia cookie at some point. No big deal. Just another day in the life of Caitlyn. Well, things got weirder from there.
I probably should have prefaced this post with the fact that I am a huge fan of all the old (late ‘90’s and early 2000’s) Halloween movies. And, I watched like half of the Hocus Pocus movie for the first time this Halloween season last night. So, obviously I had some really out there dreams and that movie was still fresh in my mind this morning. So, when I noticed early on during mile 1 that there was a full, yellow glowing moon out…and purple colored Halloween lights…I suddenly felt like I was running through a scene straight out of that movie (or my other favorite Halloween movie, Halloween Town).
From that moment on, things got more and more unusual with each step I ran.
I randomly saw guy with walking up the deserted street I was running down, wearing a neon colored sweatshirt identical to the one that I was running in. I NEVER see anyone on this road at this time of morning. I hadn’t even made it 1 mile and things were already feeling spookier that ever. I never really felt tired during this run. Never hit that wall where I realize I started out too fast and have to slow down so I can physically run all 4 miles without stopping. Pretty weird considering how fast my first mile was (9:07).
Basically, everything was going super perfect this morning…and I was almost certain I would be getting my four mile time down into the 36 minute range. The weather was ideal this morning, my mind was in a good place, and my legs felt fantastic. Then, before I hit the 3 mile mark…I legit about got run over. Like, I knew I was going to get to the stop sign+intersection way before this car did, but apparently they didn’t feel like stopping because it was too early in the morning. I don’t know. All I remember is, sprinting around the corner, past that car, pushing myself to PR and avoid getting run into.
So, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that those next few minutes would be prime time for me to do something stupid. Cry. Puke. Step on a puppy. Pretty much anything that would make this run even more interesting. Welp. It happened. I was running under this construction tunnel thing and I fudging tripped over my own two feet. Somehow, I completely avoided getting hurt, setting off my pepper spray, or hitting the pause button on my Garmin. I was a little pissed though, when I hopped up to continue running and I saw “Behind Pace” flash across the screen of my Forerunner watch. I KNOW.
For the last 1.2 miles I fought an internal battle: RUN FAST VS. RUN SMART.
I obviously, really wanted to run fast and get a good time. That is my approach for like 90% of my runs. It makes running more fun and give me a purpose to keep pushing myself when things get tough. On the other hand, I really did not want to wind up injury myself or biffing it again (especially in front of anyone!!!). So, I found myself at a crossroads. Looking back now, it was probably best that I held back a little bit speed wise during the remainder of my four miler. I was so incredibly spooked and worried after that fall. I haven’t had a fall like that in forever. All I could think about was what if I re-injured myself? what if this ended up being another set back?
I was short of reaching my time goal by 2 seconds. TWO FREAKING SECONDS. I am 100% positive that I would have gotten there if I had not had that fall or stop sign incident. Or, maybe if I had just laid on the sidewalk for a while longer, hit pause on my watch, I could have recovered better and finished stronger. Who knows. Either way, I’m just happy that all I ended up with was a less than perfect running time and some slightly torn running tights. Oh, and I guess it’s probably a good thing I didn’t get run over…especially since it wasn’t even my bad hip that was going to get hit.