As I ran along the riverside today, I thought, "If the pack of people running this race were a herd of water buffalo, I would be the weak one the wolves chased and took down." Then I stopped thinking about that, because positive is the way to go when it comes to racing mentality.
I felt grateful for my opposable thumbs. If I were a water buffalo, I would probably be dead. But I am not a water buffalo. I am human, so if those wolves came after me, I could pick up a rock and throw it at them. Maybe the rock would break all of their teeth, or I could punch those wolves in the eye. Somehow my human brain and opposable thumbs would help me Survive.
I am pretty sure I was the first to sign up for the race, and I joked to myself that I would be the last to come in. I signed up very early in an attempt to motivate myself to actually start running and prepare for the race. Sadly, that approach failed. Alex ran with me, and he too had minimal preparation. That didn't stop him from running an average of FOUR minutes faster PER MILE than I did.
Despite my dark thoughts, I achieved my New Years Resolution of getting a race t-shirt (a pretty awesome one, at that). I crossed the finish line with approximately four people behind me. Pride and embarrassment don't usually go together so well.