Yesterday afternoon, I returned home from work to find a package, delivered via UPS, sitting on my doorstep. It was from Louisville Stoneware. I hadn’t ordered anything and my roomie hadn’t ordered anything for me either. On the box, in black Sharpie, were the words Top 100 Female.
So, I hauled the box inside and opened it up. There was a roll of padding and packing material, which took me a moment or two to completely unroll and discover…a gorgeous tumbler made by Louisville Stoneware with the Kentucky Derby Festival logo on it (as well as the key sponsors of the race) and…on the reverse side…the words FEMALE DIVISION TOP 100.
When I ran the Kentucky Derby Festival Mini Marathon on April 30, I finished in the top 100 females. In fact, I was 95. WOOT WOOT!! And, apparently, this year they sent out these little mementos…little awards…to those that hit that mark. I am truly honored!
Considering how hit-and-miss my running has been with the return of the cold weather…and with how crappy the weather was on race day…this was a very nice, and uplifting, surprise!
And now…random thoughts I’ve had on my runs this week…
- God bless the people who leave their porch lights on all night. It gives the morning warriors like me a little more light in a dark world usually lit by blinkie lights, head lamps, and maybe a street light or two.
- WHY IS IT RAINING?!
- Should I build an ark?
- Wearing a windbreaker was a big mistake. I am sweltering. I am dying!
- I. HATE. LAYERS.
- I don’t think I’ll ever hit negative splits again…*sigh*
- Rain?! Again?! Seriously?!
- (*while running past a Starbucks*) I am awake and going before the Starbucks baristas. But if the cafe was open this early, I would learn to run and chug coffee.
- ONE…MORE…MILE…(*tries to run faster…fails*)
- Dammit…I forgot my mace…
- Dammit…I forgot my Road ID…
- It’s May, right? Like…mid-May?! WHY IS IT SO COLD! WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE NOVEMBER?
- Fuck you, Mother Nature!
- Don’t drink wine the night before a 7 mile run. Just don’t.
And…there it is. Now…off to the gym and then to suffer at work for another day. Is it the weekend yet? And, dammit, is it ever going to warm up?