Adventures of a Fairy Mother Runner

My Mother’s Day was fantastic. I got to…

1. Race Sweep. Last year, I was accidentally thrust into the being the lead bike for Ridgefield’s Run Like a Mother 5k. This year, I was asked to be the Fairy Mother Runner, and come in last place, so that no one else had to be last. (I wish I could take credit for the idea, but alas, I’m not that forward-thinking. Or nice.) I broke my own rule of not racing in costume, but technically I wasn’t racing, so there. The tutu I was handed on race morning was child-size and hot pink. I should’ve just brought the infamous Ragnar Tutu instead. My friend and owner of the Ridgefield Bicycle Company (also a sponsor of the race), Jacqui, led the race on a sweet electric-hybrid bike this year. The whole time was super-fun!

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2. Eat a giant homemade waffle. My fabulous husband had breakfast waiting for me after the race, which included a giant homemade waffle the size of my head, blueberries, and 2 perfectly cooked eggs. Sorry, no photo, I ate it too fast.

3. Take a glorious nap. Buoyed by my super-sized breakfast, the urge to nap came on strong, and I did not resist. Sorry, also no photo here. I took a solid hour+ nap, only occasionally interrupted by a shout of “Mooooommmmm!” to which I mumbled, “It’s Mother’s Day, go ask your father.”

4. Pull off a brick workout. Buoyed by my super-sized nap, and being in full-swing for triathlon training, I headed out for a big ole’ brick workout: A bike followed immediately by a run. I had yet to have a decent bike ride this season. Either I was tired, or learning how to work my new pedals, or stuck on the trainer due to the weather. As I headed out to ride the TriRidgefield course (about 12 miles and right by my house) I was determined to not have this ride suck, and it did not disappoint. In fact, I can credit all the millions of Crossfit squats this winter/spring for giving my hamstrings and glutes a little more get-up-and-go than last year. Funny how that works. I finished my bike ride, pulled into the garage, switched out my shirt and shoes, and took off for a 3.5 mile run. Still jelly-legged (hence the name “brick” workout), I ran slower than I wanted, but still felt like I had some energy left in the tank. All said, it was my longest workout of 2014 so far, about 100 minutes. Sha-BAM!

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5. Relax on the porch. I almost fell asleep again.

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Then I realized we had nothing for dinner. I like to grocery shop (by myself? Yes! With kids? Hellz no!), and hopped over to Whole Foods (don’t usually go there – but hey! Treating myself…and no kids!) and bought ingredients to…

6. Grill lettuce. Yes, you can grill lettuce, and it is FAB! In this case it was romaine heads. I also threw some chicken on for yummy warm caesar salads. Just like a robin, the first grilled romaine heads are always a sure signs of warm weather at our house.

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7. Cuddle with kids. My son was actually running a fever all day. It’s funny how 9-year-old boys still just want their mammas when they’re sick. I also got some sweet cuddle time in with The Bot, who promptly commandeered my Fairy Mother Runner costume for herself.

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All of those things, combined with the first Perfect Weather Day of 2014 (finally!), made it a great day. The only way it could have been better was if my mom was with me. She’s in another state, still fighting the good fight against The Big C. Send good vibes!

How did you spend Mother’s Day? Have you ever gotten to lead or sweep a race? Do you grill your lettuce, too? Leave a comment!

 

 

 

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Volunteer Like a Mother or, How to Hang Your Head Out a Moving Police Car Window

Today I had an awesome Mother’s Day: I got to hang out of a window of a moving police car AND I was first in a race! I know that might make your head spin, so lemme ‘splain…

Between the NYC Half, the MORE half, and the upcoming Ridgefield triathlon, I have blown my racing budget for the spring. Not that I really had a budget per se, but those Half-Marathons’ race fees were proportionately larger than most, so I’ve held back with the smaller races this spring. One of my resolutions of 2013 was to volunteer for 2 races. The Run Like a Mother 5k on Mother’s Day seemed like a good fit for my 1st volunteer stint of the year. It was 5 minutes from my house, I had run it last year and was familiar with it, and I had a lot of friends running it that I could cheer on.

I had told the race director, Deb, that I could be there at 6 AM (I know, right?) and assign me to what ever. I was initially assigned to parking, like a parking marshal, telling folks they had to turn around and park elsewhere due to limited parking at the race start area. I guess I have a good sympathetic face because most didn’t seem to mind.

There were 2 races: First a kids’ one mile fun run at 8AM, then the women’s 5k at 8:30AM. At about 7:45, Deb asked me if I knew the course, because the police officer doing the lead car duties (going ahead of the leaders to both show the way and clear the way) needed course guidance. How many times have I thought how fun it would be to sit in one of the lead cars? Like, a zillion! Even though this race was small, I was all over that like a runner in a sneaker shop.

I met Officer Mike, and we climbed into his car. I embarrassed myself by asking him to take a selfie with me.

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What a good sport. He’s a runner, too.

He backed into the start chute and we waited for the start. I leaned out the window to take a pic. Look at the those sweet kiddos…

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Kids containment courtesy of high school boys.

…them BAM! They started and ZOOM! Off goes Officer Mike. Those kids are fast. It was so fun, watching the race from this rare perspective. Part of the time I’m looking in front of us to make sure we’re headed the right direction, and the other part my head’s hanging out the window looking back to make sure the kids are still behind us (and not catching up to us!). I’m thinking: What strange and wonderful opportunities running has given me ’cause I’m hanging my head out of a moving police vehicle right now. Two kids were neck and neck for most of it, then we crossed the finish line, and they were right behind us.

The women’s run, a 5k, had a crazy amount of loops and turns and crossed through the start area THREE times. Last year when I wanted to do a practice run through the course I wrote the turns on my hand and I ran out of room.

Srsly. This plus HILLS.

Srsly. This plus HILLS.

My hand was ink-free today, so I was running through the race in my head…then about 10 minutes before the start, Deb ran up to me:

Deb: Can you ride a bike?

Me: Yes.

Deb: And you’re sure you know the course?

Me: Yes. (I start second guessing myself because anytime anyone asks me a question with an Are you sure? attached then of course I start to not be sure.)

Deb: Great! It turns out cars can’t go over the timing mats. Can you lead the race on a bike?

Me: Uh, sure! What bike?

Deb: There’s a bike over by those steps (points). You can use that one.

Me: Okay.

My inner dialogue: Sweet mother of Moses! I’m leading this race?! On a bike! OMG, omg, Oh My God, don’t mess this up, don’t mess this up. Do I really know the course? Whose bike is this? Can I stay ahead of the leaders? Will I get hit by a car? Will I hit a pedestrian? Will I have the energy? Will I look foolish?

And really, folks, isn’t that what many fears are rooted in? Looking foolish? But another biggie on the fear list is disappointing others. That trumps looking foolish. No time to think anymore, the race is starting in a few. I grabbed the bike and helmet and headed over.

The bike was a mountain bike, with the seat about 5 inches too short for me. No time to adjust the seat or check gears but just enough to tuck my shoelaces in and hope my jeans don’t get caught in the chain. National Anthem…sponsor thank yous, the countdown, and GO!

I start pedaling furiously, as I’m in the wrong gear. Oops. I quickly recover and realize that I desperately need a whistle (or a police siren) as there are many folks and spectators in the way leftover from the kids’ race. Busting out The Teacher Voice, I start yelling, “Runners coming through!!” as loud as I could muster. Folks scattered. The leaders and I headed up the first hill and I started thanking the high heavens that I’ve been training on the bike for the past few weeks!

I don’t think adrenaline has coursed through my veins that hard in a long time. I thought my brain was going to explode between scanning ahead for cars, constantly looking backward for runners, communicating on the walkie, remembering the course, yelling at people to move over, and oh, riding a bike…despite the possible brain explosion, IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!

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In a calmer moment I managed to snap a photo of the lead runner behind me. I just couldn’t help myself. Don’t try this at home.

We headed up the last big killer hill with one gal solidly in the lead. I am saying my kill the hill mantra BIG TIME as I don’t want the runners to catch me on that hill and turn me into the fool I fear. Turning onto an empty Main Street, with dads and kids waiting anxiously for their runners to come through, was really the kicker (plus it was downhill – phew.) The course turned into Ballard Park and I realized with the roped-off course narrowing that I really didn’t have anywhere to pull off, so I whizzed through the finish line (luckily there was no finish line tape to break – talk about looking foolish) and there you go, I have done my duty. I may not have crossed the finish line running, but I actually giggled to myself in a very juvenile way that hey, I got be first. Hehe.

Another great thing about being “first” was that I got to see many of my friends finish the race. Most of them had thought I was going to be planted on a certain corner as a professional spectator, but of course I wasn’t. Surprise! In the masses I found Mary and her sister, who ran a fabulous race.

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One of these things is not like the other…

Later, I found Megan Searfoss, (seriously badass, check her bio here) the founder of the Run Like a Mother races, doing Emcee/Cheering/Organizing duty in the gazebo and she gave me a hug and kind of started apologizing for the last-minute responsibilities…but I was just like, Are you kidding me?…Don’t apologize…

…Just let me do it again next year!

Happy Mother’s Day!