Remember how I said I was feeling a little .. unappreciated on Friday?
This kinda cured that.
So on Saturday, I had my big race. I say that, but I’ve run 5Ks before. But I’d worked REALLY HARD on this. 1) I’d started running with a group. Which is not only a giant step toward a fear of mine, but it gained me some great friends. 2) Um, I was diagnosed with asthma during this. So.. that was kind of giant. And even though I’d “run” a 5K not two weeks earlier, this was My Big Race.
I ran into Miss Zoot and her kids at the race store on Friday afternoon when Tony and I stopped in to pick up my race packet. The kids mentioned making signs or something, which I giggled at because HOW CUTE THAT THEY DO THAT, RIGHT? So sweet!
And sure enough, on Saturday morning, I had kids holding up signs that said GO SARAH! GO SARAH! and even FEATURED A PICTURE OF MYSELF ON THEM. Oh, guys. You know how the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes that day? THAT.
In general, my time was not my best, but I had some trouble breathing right out of the gate. But I did it. I did a training program – WITH OTHER PEOPLE – and I ran a 5K. I stuck to my intervals (give or take :15 or :30 seconds), and I did it. I did not die. I did not feel like death warmed over at the end.
To the contrary, I actually planned our next 5K. (May 5th.)
I know that a flaw that I have is that I’m not good at asking for help. Or attention. Or anything. I kind of just .. EXPECT people to know what I find important. So when I realized I had no one at the finish line cheering for me? I was hurt, admittedly.
But I had folks. I had LOTS of folks.
If you’ve ever considered doing a No Boundaries training program, I cannot say enough good things to encourage you to bite the bullet. The sea of blue NOBO shirts that cheered me on from the last mile marker in? Was astounding. Mentors circled back, running folks in. No one crossed the line alone. No one crossed the line in silence. And it just further cemented my feelings about running with other people: it’s totally, totally worth it.
Also worth it? Having friends who have great kids. Seriously.
My big treat for the big race was a trip to the salon, and I had been looking forward to it FOR-EV-ER. I think back fondly on the days, pre-kids/husband, when I would take my monthly trip to the salon for a cut and color. OH HA HA HA. Now, it’s box color all the way, with a cut MAYBE every four months. Which is fine! Really! I don’t miss it at all! (I MISS IT TERRIBLY.) But that’s okay.
I decided I wanted to brighten up my color because I’ve been feeling .. well, very frumpy mom. The running is starting to pay off, and I can see a change in my body, but that wasn’t enough. I have to look at my head every single day and MY GOD, it looked old. So old. So I wanted something a bit more .. funky? Young? I was basically trying to suppress my sudden urge for a facial piercing by going bold with color is what I’m saying here.
So I went in with three examples of the RED I was looking for. And what I left with was .. not.
(Also, see that piercing on the girl at the bottom left box? On her lip? It’s called a Marilyn, and I want one. Badly.)
Anyway, so I left a little bummed. The color execution was flawless and the color was GORGEOUS .. on someone else. I am just so fair and so pale that anything darker than, say, RED looks vampyric on me. Spellcheck is telling me that vampyric is spelled wrong, but I think I get my point across here.
So my options are to have the stylist try and correct it and .. yeah, no.
So I’m trying to pretend I’m okay with it. See how okay I look here?
No, seriously, I’m fine. I’ve washed it, oh, about eleventy frillion times so it’s starting to lighten a bit. And I only startle myself every third time I pass a reflective surface.
On the plus side, 1) I am now reveling in wearing bright lipsticks because my hair looks ridiculous, so why not?
And 2) I think I TOTALLY have the right to have another hole installed in my face.
A no-shit conversation I had tonight.
Tony: Want me to get those bugs off of your back?
Me: Um.. are there bugs on my back?
Tony: Yes. There are.
Me: Okay, but .. like, real bugs? Or pretend bugs?
Tony: Bugs, Momma. On your back.
Me: WE’VE COVERED THAT. Are they real, or pretend?
Tony: Want me to get them off of you?
Me: Yes! Yes, either way, get them off of me.
Tony: Okay, hold still. I’m gonna use my sword. It should only hurt a little bit.
(SPOILER ALERT: MOMMA GOT IMPALED A FEW TIMES AND IT HURT A BIT MORE THAN A LITTLE.)