Cross Country races, that is! Yesterday, September 1st, was the first cross country meet of the season for my school. Here on our own home turf at one of the most beautiful parks! The weather couldn’t have been more cooperative: overcast and cool, slightly drizzly, the ultimate racing climate. I was on the sidelines, cheering my teammates on as they competed in the Women’s 5k and Men’s 8k. The course was all with-in a two-mile loop, giving us spectators plenty of chances to see the action!
Number One reason why cross country is such an awesome sport: you get the most amazing scenery! Tell me this is not a spectacular view:
Of course I am extremely disappointed to be on the sidelines rather than the starting line. Naturally it is frustrating experiencing a set back that takes me from the sport I am so passionate about. However, my situation is temporary and I am grateful knowing that I have the rest of my life to run and race to my heart’s desire. (There will be plenty of these views and trails in my future!) When the swelling around the left side of my faces subsides, I can resume full physical activity. And you bet I will! Can’t wait to get back on the track with these ladies:
Today’s races were exciting, even as a spectator. There is so much adrenaline in the air! Seeing my teammates hit personal records made me so excited for returning to running, more anxious than ever. I even got a few “butterflies” in my stomach as they toe’d the line, despite the fact that I was not with them. It’s like my body misses the feeling.
Racing is about the whole experience. Not just the stuff in between the start and the finish. It starts the night before with the carbo-load. A dinner planned around compex carbohydrates and plenty of pasta! The next morning, a hearty breakfast of oats and bananas. Pull out the “lucky sports bra.” Hair in a high pony with school color ribbons. The pre-race jitters hit me about the time I get in the bus. Find an upbeat playlist on my ipod to get in the zone. Warm-up. Team cheer. Gun goes off….
A blur of people around you, pushing and elbowing through the pack. When the second half comes, the mental side of racing really kicks in. Before you know it, it’s the last mile. The kick, the finish, relief. Finally catching your breath, hands on your knees. And then there’s the post-race celebratory meal of whatever goodies you can get your hands on. I used to love goldfish crackers, grapes and smoothies :) Ahhhh memories.
The night ended off with a team trip to a frozen yogurt shop, which CAN be made healthy with all the great fruits and berries most self-serve shops have for toppings! Unless of course you just ran an intense cross country race……then you go ahead and have the peanut butter cups ;)