This article, entitled Running, costumes and mud – Oh My! comes from Danielle Herzog's blog Martinis and Minivans at martinisandminivans.com.
Heaven help me. I’m running a 5K in two days. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m running it in the mud. And to make it even worse, I’m running it in costume.
Martinis and Minivans is a blog about a New Yorker now living the Midwest life as a writer, mother, and woman on the never-ending quest to be hip. Danielle Herzog is a native Long Islander from a ridiculously large Italian family where she doesn’t know the names of all of her cousins. She loves being in the Midwest but still doesn’t understand what May Day is and why everybody is so nice. You can find her at nights after the kids are in bed writing on her computer with an episode of The Real Housewives of Any City in the background.
So a few months ago, I drank a bit too many martinis and called up my best friend in Virginia. We had run a 5K together before kids and it was a good time. So in my slightly tipsy state of mind, I thought it would be fun to ask her to do another one, but this one should be a fun one with some gimmick to it. So we did a search online and found the Run Amuck DC race and thought it was a perfect fit.
Now, I think it fits like a used prom dress that your mother forces you to wear so she doesn’t have to buy a new one. A terrible terrible fit.
I have been running and trying to work out (see my previous post about this topic). It hasn’t been going too well. I can’t seem to run past 2 miles. I get bored, my legs feel like they are about to fall off, and I start thinking about all the better things I could be doing – like eating or sitting down.
My only hope for this race is that the mud acts as a wonderful exfoliant for my skin and I end up at least getting softer skin for a few days. Other than that, I’m assuming that I’ll be posting pictures of myself face down in a mud pit while other runners use me as a stepping stone.
And I’ll be traveling to the race on Friday so no post then – however, if you don’t hear from me on Monday, send out the rescue teams to the Washington DC RunAmuck race – I’ll be the one still in the mud begging for a martini.
