It’s September and have you thought about your New Year’s resolutions?
No, not the 2011 ones, the ones you promised yourself you’d keep for 2010. Whatever happened to those? Well, believe it or not y’all, we still have
a grasp on ours!
The Mississippi Garretts pledged the same old routine
“let’s get into
better shape” in 2010. But with a twist:
we decided to hold ourselves to participating in a 5K every month in
order to keep with the resolution. We
rang in the New Year running huffing and puffing through a course that took us around
a Piggly Wiggly in Killen, Alabama. In
arguably the most ironic thing that has ever happened to me, I actually won
third place in my age division! With a turtle
pace finish time of 41:52, turns out there were only three women in our group…whatever,
it sure looks nice on the shelf next to the Emmy.
Sometimes we train for our runs, sometimes we just fall out of bed and
show up. We’re not really that hardcore,
but we like having a goal. Honestly, my favorite
part of the 5K is collecting the t-shirt!
A side resolution developed out of this: I took a beginners quilting
class while in Tupelo and am now inspired to make a t-shirt quilt from our
running shirts. The cool thing about our
move is now we have a collection of shirts from states all over the
country. I am going to enjoy wrapping
myself up in accomplishments when winter comes up here!
We’ve noticed that races are really different up here in the North than
they are in the South.
- For starters, we’ve
actually done a race on a Sunday morning since moving to NY. Back home, no event organizer in their right
mind would ever ask a God fearing Southerner to miss morning church service to
run in a 5K! And you couldn’t hold the race
in the afternoon because everyone would drop dead of heat stroke before they
got off the start line, and if it was in the evening, them ‘skeeters would
carry right you off. So Sundays are pretty much off
the board. They may happen, but I have yet
to come across a race set for a Sunday in the South. - Second:
everything starts a little later up here. When you don’t have to deal with soaring triple
digits and humidity, I guess the start gun doesn’t have to fire at 7:00 a.m. It’s
nice to sleep in just a little. - The
third biggest difference for us has been the altitude! Not something that we really put a lot of
thought into until I just knew my lungs were going to explode while I was
standing in the pitch black holding a glow stick on the side of a mountain in
Vermont (another night race). Do you
guys know you don’t have any air up here?
We’ve had a great time keeping our resolution and
found some fun runs to participate in. Y’all have some cool
themes up here! This past weekend we did
the wildest one yet: the Warrior Dash at Windham Mountain in Windham, NY. It was about an hour drive and is touted by
organizers as an “ultimate thrill seeking
event for athletes.” This 5K was not
only a run, but had 13 obstacles on the course too! We found ourselves running up a 1,600 foot ski
mountain, running through tires, crawl through 50 feet of black metal tunnels, climbing
cargo nets, scaling walls, swimming a freezing pond, and walking a wooden plank
over a gorge. But that wasn’t even the
fun part…the race ended with a bang!
First
a huge redneck style slip’n slide…complete with black plastic, water hose and
hay bales with plenty of mud. That’s where
I broke a nail and banged up my knee and arm pretty good. Brett managed to take out a lady who didn’t
get out of the way fast enough. The
Southern gentleman that he is, he did offer to help her up before she got
plowed down again. The next challenge
was jumping over fire! It was a leap of
faith, literally over fire. Talk about
intimidating to be running along and see two rows of fire in your path! Luckily, no one went up in flames!
The Warrior Dash could have been a Tide commercial waiting to happen….the
final obstacle was the muddiest, messiest and ickiest. You had to crawl, under barbwire, through a mud
pit. It just wasn’t pretty, folks. We both came out looking something the cat
threw up. As you can guess, I’m a Southern
girly girl. It was the dirtiest I have
ever been in my life. That mud was like
a bad spray on tan, it took forever to get it off in the shower.
Our clothes went into the trash (not even Tide could save that) and our shoes went to an organization called Green Sneakers.
The group collects and cleans the shoes and then places them with relief agencies worldwide. I’m sure they’ll
change their mind about ours once they smell them!
I read a report that said only 12% of people who set New Year’s
resolutions actually achieve their goals.
We still have three more races to do before we accomplish ours, but I
think the light is at the end of the tunnel.
Of course, at one point I saw a light at the end of the tunnel during
the Warrior Dash, and I just ended up with bruised knee caps. And a broken
fingernail.
Here’s how to dash like a Warrior when you’re more of a girly-girl Princess:
