So this happened today:
That is a smug asshole face if I ever saw one. Please note that it says half-marathon on that medal.
But Megan! Didn’t you say you were downgrading to the 5K because you decided to do Ride the Rideau instead of the half-?
Yeah, but that got cancelled.
Did you train?
Wait, haven’t you been diagnosed with anaemia?
Aren’t you on antibiotics for a sinus infection?
Haven’t you been complaining about insomnia for weeks, including in the wee hours of last night?
Then what the hell were you thinking?
I was thinking that I needed to kick my own ass out from under the Ziggy cloud and take on something huge. I didn’t want to go to the corrections counter to downgrade when I picked up my race kit because that was admitting more defeat, and I just couldn’t let myself do that. There would be thousands of people faster and hundreds slower no matter what, right, so why not just do it? So I did it, I am not dead, and I have another medal to jangle on my door.
It would be a great time to say ‘And it was my best race time ever!’, but in actuality, it was my worst by far. It was, however, the half- I enjoyed doing the most because I had no expectations and no goal beyond finishing. Also, it was a ridiculously beautiful and crisp fall day, which helps make a lot of situations infinitely nicer.
Update at almost 3pm: I have maybe made a huge mistake. My head and ear hurt worse than ever. Praying to the Sinutab gods and Mr Fleming for assistance.