We did it! In 41 minutes, we ran (and walked a little bit) 5 kilometres uphill, downhill and sideways at Canada Olympic Park. With a crowd of 85% twenty year-olds, we were periodically and randomly colour-bombed along the course. It was hot, it was crowded, it was sweaty, it was difficult to breathe when the colour-bombs exploded in our faces, it was (in the end) kinda RAD.
Meagan took a spill about halfway through the race (there was an absolutely ill-placed electrical cord snaked across the course), yet she got up, dusted herself off and continued strong to the end. After we were done, we said to each other, “you know we are pretty RAD for doing this race, but you know what’s even more RAD? Our blog!”
Prior to running today, I was bitter. I was bitter that I had signed up for this ridiculous event, bitter that I had to line up yesterday afternoon to pick up our participant packages, bitter that I would be one of the oldest runners, bitter that my clothes and shoes were likely to be ruined (my shoes are fine by the way), bitter that this whole thing was going to pretty much claim a whole day, and bitter that I was feeling so unsure about my ability to run up the hills and complete the race. I felt awkward, grumpy and out of place.
While running, I did also notice some things that got the cynical part of my brain spinning. For instance, there was an obscene amount of waste produced from this event:
- plastic water bottles and colour bomb packaging littered the ground everywhere
- the colour itself covered large patches of grass
- people were wearing clothes that they will likely throw away after the event
- one girl literally threw away her long-sleeved shirt to the ground as she ran in front of us
In a lot of ways this event embodies the recent shift in our culture to disposable living. There were scads of people lined up in front of booths to purchase knee socks, tutus, arm bands, you name it to wear for the half hour run and then throw in the garbage later – anything for a good pic. Alright, alright I’ll save my humbugging for another time…
After we completed our Color Me Rad mission, I felt lighter, confident, happy.
Let’s just put it out here now: I. Would. Never. Have. Run. This. Race. If. I. Wasn’t. Doing. This. Blog.
Now that it’s done, I’m really glad I did! I was worried that about 10 minutes into the race I would have that awful inner dialogue “I’m not going to make it. This is just too hard.” I surprised myself today: I never had those thoughts! Sure, the race was challenging enough at times, but not once did I feel that I was in over my head. I knew I could get through it and once I actually realized my ability I sincerely started to have fun! This race is just another example of how I can be my own worst critic, undermine my abilities and convince myself that I am not capable of ________ (fill in the blank). I need to remember this race the next time I tell myself that I cannot do something…
How did we celebrate, you may ask? We sat down (sans kids) in a pub in Marda Loop, sipped on some mojitos, devoured some pub food and had a full conversation where we could relax and actually finish our sentences. Like I said, in the end it was pretty RAD.
Well folks, I’m off to put my tired legs to bed for the night.