Do you know what’s a great feeling?
(don’t worry I’m not going to say “eating clean!” or “waking up at 4:30 to workout!” or “saying no to dessert!” sorry #unfitfulential)
Going home. Going home feels great. Especially when you haven’t been since Thanksgiving, the OH summer weather is peaked but bearable, everyone’s schedules align magically, and you let go of your TypeA insane itinerary addiction and JUST BE while you’re there.
I think this feeling is what people refer to as “recharged”. Good god it’s amazing.
I left without the intention of going completely blog-silent, but it worked that way and I didn’t let it stress me. Every time I felt guilty for not logging on I checked myself with a “this is REAL life, internetz’ing can wait” – sit with dad on the couch, drink wine & gossip with Laur, say yes to (another) after-work happy hour, spend some time with grandma. These are the things that matter and the reason why you fly 2000 miles to be here.
So I feel great about my trip back to Corntown, and I’m pretty confident no one had any serious detachment issues from a little OUaL blackout. If you did, I’m sorry, but please let me know so I can make sure to not meet your crazy ass IRL anytime soon.
Other than warming my heart with friend/fam QT, filling my lungs with manure-soaked fresh air, and marinating my liver with lots of great local beer, I did a bit of running that maybe you’ll be interested in…
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Fish Fest 5k
Forever ago when I mentioned a summer trip to OH, KimiKay sent a note advocating for the Vermillion Fish Fest 5k.
I get why she digs it – it’s your stereotypical “locals race”. Runners of all shapes/sizes stretching and chatting under the shade trees at the YMCA, officials yelling out splits at mile markers, and an awards reception sponsored by the local grocer and more door prizes and age group awards than there were runners (almost).
My recently-graduated (OMG) sister, mom, and I all ran. Mom is suddenly the running world’s biggest advocate. She’s got Corntown all excited about sweating, knows the local race circuit like the back of her hand, and has even been caught Nuun’ing her fellow runners.
(I should probably hand over my nuun ambassador title – Momma OUaL has Corntown’s hydration on lock.)
My mileage has been really low lately as I attempt my “smart recovery” from Ojai and transition into the “run freaking fast!” summer plan. I knew that added to the OH heat, humidity and 9am start weren’t ideal for racing, but wanted to try and run hard anyway. My last 5k was the Leprechaun Leap (:21.17), as the tail end of a 15 mile training run.
So I decided to give a PR a shot. I’d go out hard, and if I blew up, oh well. My stubborn cling to this approach obviously hasn’t worked out so well for long races, but I figured I could give it a go for 3.1 miles.
Disclaimer : I did not invent this guts-racing strategy :
Thanks for the inspiration, Steve. We’ll pay homage next week at your rock and trail.
Even though the execution wasn’t quite there (uhh hi positive split city) I strangely loved going out hard and just trying to hang on. I got busted trying to keep up with the short-short boys, clicked a way too fast mile1, got passed by a girl at the split, caught her around 2.5, and sprinted through to a 21:56 and 1st woman overall win.
Despite missing my PR goal I let myself be happy with the win. Because how often am I going to get to say I WON a race??? Next to never. And don’t get me wrong, I realize in a normal-sized, normal-competitive field that time wouldn’t even get me an age group placing, but when you’re home in tiny town Ohio and grasping for some confidence, a win is a win.
I have the trophy to prove it.
Making the day even cooler, Mom & Mel had AWESOME races as well – Mel took a 3rd place Age Group finish in her second ever race, and Mom came in under 30 minutes!
Running has never been a big part of our lives – Mel & I were both ball-sport athletes (volleyball, basketball, softball) where running was just part of training. We both played softball in college, and now that she’s graduated and all the cleats in the family are hung up there was a little void to fill I guess.
Diamond to race course transition – complete.
It took them two years of calling me crazy to realize how cool running is, but they’re FINALLY here with me :)
Crazy train, party of three.
Even though running is still new to my immediate kin, there IS some deep-rooted running blood in our family tree. My uncle was the cross country and track coach at our high school, which I never took any interest in it then (hello volleyball and softball season) but it’s fun to gab about the sport now.
Also fun – taking a day to hit the trails he’s been grooming at my grandparent’s property.
If there’s anything that can compete with oceanside running, it’s this :
So that’s the last week in a nutshell, sort of. Now that I’m back on the west coast it’s back to real life for a few days before a little thing called TOTALLY TRIALS.
Thursday, please hurry. I’ve got some Hayward hunger pains that need tending to.
* How did you guys start running? Was it inherited? Accidental? Are you the lone odd bird or is running a family affair??