A fine day for a 10K

I don’t know what I was thinking yesterday, but I decided to join my brother and sister-in-law yesterday in a 10K race.

That’s 6.2 miles.

Last year I ran a half marathon, but that was after a lot of training. And I was in good shape.

Right now, I’m just not.

But the three of us have signed up - and already paid - for a Half Ironman in July.

That’s where you swim 1.2 miles, bike 56 miles and run 13.1 miles. (Yeah… a measly 10K run doesn’t seem that impressive anymore, does it?)

So, yesterday was my attempt at jump-starting my training.

And today is the chance for my legs to get their revenge on me for springing a 6.2 miler on them.

I am sore. Sore is not even the word. I can’t even bend down without involuntarily uttering, “Ow, ow, ow, ow.”

The race photographer was kind enough to make sure my pain was captured online for posterity:

I woke up to this picture in my inbox this morning, thanks to my sister-in-law, who forwarded it to me (thanks, Nik!).

It is just all sorts of wrong (you know how you can pick apart every little thing that’s wrong with you in a photo?), but at least my hair looks good.

Oh, and shockingly, yesterday afternoon I was actually able to manage bending down to take our family Holiday Card photo with minimal outward signs of straining:

Never mind that it took about 5 minutes and three adults to get me out of that pose!

- Jane