Saturday morning was the Nun Run. It was sponsored by the Sisters Of The Poor Clares, hence the name. I had planned on doing the 5k and Athletica had signed up for the 10k. Saturday morning hubby got up early with me and he, Abby and I traveled down to a local park where the race was being held. Athletica was already there. Her race started before mine so she headed off to hers first. I joined the throng doing the 5k at the top of a grassy hill. A guy with a mohawk blew a horn and we were off. A woman near me stumbled and luckily a man caught her before she fell. That could have been disastrous.
The race brought us down to a canal where participants ran for a little over mile. Then we cut across a grassy area, went under a bridge and up onto a sidewalk before cutting through a baseball diamond. After the first mile and a half I was just feeling… off. It was like hitting a wall or something and I just didn’t feel quite up to par as past races. I continued this run/walk for most of the race. It was a warm morning and we ran by a man-made lake with paddle boats tied up to the dock. Mallard ducks mooned me while they fed. I had to chuckle at how funny that looked and semi-wished I had a camera.
Before the race I had grabbed a bottle of water. The label on the bottle read Phoenix Catholic Cemeteries & Mortuaries. I had this silly thought that if I happen to keel over in the race then they’d know where to send me once they pried the bottle out of my cold hands. LOL.
I ran the last 1/2 mile to the finish line and was just happy to finish. I did it in 38 minutes which I think was the same time as last time. I wondered later if I could have pushed myself harder to run when I was walking. It was just an off day. It’s gotten quite warm here so even for early morning it was warmer than normal. We waited for Athletica to finish and she said she had struggled, too. She also blamed the heat. The last two races were during the Fall so were quite chilly and more appropriate for running.
While we stood talking a cheer came up from the crowd. One of the nuns, dressed in full black habit and running shoes, was crossing the finish line. Her rosary beads were swaying in her sash. You don’t see nuns in full habit these days. There were several young women nuns who were running. It was very different to see as I’m quite used to the Sisters of No Mercy (thanks Flamingo Dancer for this term. They were stationed in my area too) dressed in normal attire from my childhood days in Catholic school.
All in all it was a good race. While my time wasn’t horrible, I felt like I could have done better. In my age group I placed 31 out of 84 runners which isn’t bad. Due to the terrain though I felt like I had been beaten with a baseball bat yesterday. I was achy all over. Today seems to be better. So there it is. Another race down. 🙂