Roll Wave!

Well, I am home from New Orleans. I love it there. I really do. Jackson Square is officially my "Happy Place". However, I think if I lived there, my running habit would get kicked in short order. It was tough. There is too much food, too much drink, not enough sleep and WAY too much humidity. Seriously. My har was in a ponytail the entire time I was there, because I couldn't do anything else with it. I gave up makeup because it melted off the second I left the hotel. But it is wonderful there, nonetheless.

So, in a moment of rare self discipline, I got my dead butt out of bed at 6:30 on Thursday morning and went for a little 3 mile run. Now, anyone reading this needs to understand that I live in the sticks. I mean it. I can run around and seldom see cars on the routes that I run. The town I run in has 1 stoplight and that is my biggest obstacle. Needless to say, running in the city was a whole different ball game. It took me 31 minutes to run 3 miles because I had to keep stopping at stoplights ar on cross streets. There were people running where the street cars run, but I didn't DARE do that for fear of being smushed by one. Note to self...Self: you are NOT a city girl, no matter how badly you want to believe otherwise. At any rate, this Thursday morning run then made Friday a "rest" day prior to my race on Saturday. I put "rest" in quotes because God only knows how many miles I WALKED on Friday...but I didn't run! I also didn't drink anything alcoholic on Friday and tried to eat stuff that might not be the worst stuff ever before a race. I still didn't sleep much and it was still HOT!

Saturday morning I got up, got ready and took a taxi to Tulane University to do the Tulane 5K for 4K fun run. I was really proud of myself for doing a race on my little vacation, too. It was probably about 85 degrees out when the race started at 8:00am. Prior to running, I got a great Nike Tulane T-shirt and got my picture taken with Riptide, Tulane's Pelican mascot.

I ran with everything I had and still managed only a 26:59. I was so hot that I had to wait to drink water because I thought I might throw up. Seriously. I was sweating so badly that I nearly slid off of a toilet! You could see my bra because that was the only place on me that was dry (only because the sweat hadn't seeped through it. Ugh. So, yeah, it was a somewhat miserable experience, but one I wouldn't trade for the world. Roll Wave!